Last month, in the article cooing my darling husband for our anniversary, I wrote, “traditions are bonds that grow stronger each year.” As we round into holiday season, starting with Thanksgiving and ending in 2016, we all need to buckle our seat belts for the upcoming hustle and bustle. Parties, benefits, pageants, vacations, shopping, family, food, food and more food whirl with momentum this time of year with only a few hours of daylight to manage it all.
Do you honor traditions? If not, you should. Bring on the warm and fuzzy feelings this season and share, establish or re-institute your traditions. Take the time out of your busy schedules to grow, your roots will thank you.
Fox hunting in general is a Sells/Greenwell family tradition as both of my parents hunted, they brought me along fox hunting as a child and now my husband, who also hunted in his youth, and I hunt together with Middleburg Hunt. Fox hunting on Thanksgiving is an extra special tradition. Around here, we give thanks to our landowners who generously let us ride across their land, the comradery hunting brings and the sport in general. We generally dine at a local establishment on Thanksgiving, rather than cooking, and regale the tales of spending the morning with horse, hound and Mother Nature. Tally Ho!
After every holiday dinner, we traditionally like to play Trivial Pursuit. Growing up, I remember my father making child friendly Q&A so I could play with the adults. Last year, we introduced my parents to Cards Against Humanity. I had to make parent friendly Q&A so they could play the filterless, crass card game with Generation X competitors. Perhaps we need to alternate to be fair. Whichever game we choose, playing always brings togetherness, which is the point.
Both of my Grandmothers have passed, but without fail, we have the same menu for Christmas every year as we did when they put their magic touch on our nourishment. We say grace to them, as well as others not at the table, and it is just like they are with us gobbling rib roast, intentionally carved with a bone for every dog might I add, mashed potatoes and pickled watermelon rinds amongst many other traditional tasty treats. My husband and I started a new Christmas Eve tradition with having a seafood dinner to pay homage to his roots. After all, he is my lobster.
Whether it’s a recipe, an evening caroling, wearing a special sweater, a flag football game, or array of lighted decorations, do your part to keep traditions alive. Don’t let the seasonal frenzy overwhelm the important things: the history, the tradition and the gratitude for both. “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Thank you, Ferris Bueller. Chic. Chica-chic-ahh.