When the conversation turns to “cherished holiday traditions,” I am right in the thick of the discussion and with a pretty long list, too.
It covers everything from putting lights on the house to selecting just the right Christmas tree to putting the ornaments in place to sending the cards to baking the cookies to watching the movies to listening to the music to reading the stories to checking the wrapping paper for money before disposing of it.
(That last one is the direct result of the time someone got industrious and started burning all the Christmas paper in the fireplace and inadvertently made a $100 sacrifice to the Gods of Gift Wrap. And believe me, there are times I wish they’d pay me back.)
Anyway, because it’s me and because these are my traditions, I like to bring a certain irreverent quality to the proceedings. Solemnity has its place, of course, but in the Mike way of celebrating the season, a little solemnity goes a long way. Basically, I save it for church.
The rest of the time, I am in this for the fun. And cookies. And presents. But mostly fun.