Fr. Z had some good, entertaining questions.
I can’t be bothered to come up with yet another s/n and p/w. Besides, this is clearly directed to families. I’m a single woman in my 30s.
Do you have certain personal or family customs for Christmas time?
Perhaps you readers could use this entry to share some ideas about how to make Advent and Christmas a fruitful time for yourselves and families.
Do you have an Advent calendar?
Are there any other things you do, or don’t do, for Advent? Remember, it is a time of penance, too.
Do you listen to Christmas music before Christmas or wait until after?
When do you put up your tree and when do you decorate it?
Do you eat fish on Christmas Eve? Pork hocks and lentils after Christmas? Goose?
Do you bake cookies?
Do you have stockings at the mantle or a creche?
Does the youngest child put the star or angel on the tree?
What happens in your parishes? Are there food and clothing and toy drives?
Maybe some discussion here can help other people think, in advance, about Christmas, which is fast approaching.
I’m just askin’.
As a child my sister and I would hang little wooden ornaments on a felted Christmas tree, with the little hangers being sequins, and ornaments pocketed in little embroidered felt pockets. It was charming. There’s no grand-babies yet. It’s still packed away.
I don’t keep an Advent calendar at home. I have two wall calendars in the apartment: kitchen and bedroom, both of which I’m too blind to read without my glasses. I like having the Advent wreath instead. My faux pine wreath sits on a bronze plastic charger plate from Michaels, and the candles cause the Leaning Tower of Pisa to blush at the thought she/it ‘leans’. Advent candles be falling over, yo!
I put this out with the nativity set the weekend of the first week of Advent. The Nativity set is a wooden stable with little ceramic figures; Baby Jesus is out but not with the stable. His figurine is lingering above among the shadow boxed saints’ statues I made earlier this year. He won’t descend to the stable until Christmas morning.
Ah, apartment living, what close quarters you are! No piney boughs real or fake will find vertical space to occupy. I like it that way.
Do I bake? Do I bake?!? Babydoll, I made a pumpkin pie cheesecake this weekend along with a batch of pumpkin-cranberry-pecan cookies AND pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Come, here. Ask that question again.
I’m single, in an apartment. Holiday dinners get eaten elsewhere. Tasty dinners in the past consisted of roast pork, black beans and white rice on Christmas Eve; camarones with white rice on Christmas Day. Mom complains about the amount of work involved. I don’t know what she’ll serve this year.
Parish & employer runs food drives, clothing drives, toy drives. So does my quilt guild.