Christmas has always been a time of tradition, and family. I remember from real early spending time with my family, doing "christmasy" stuff. From setting up the tree, hanging the lights, making gingerbread houses then eating them, trying to find the presents my mom hid from me I did it all. It wasn't just something we did as a family, it was a tradition. Every year the tradition comes back.
When I was young, christmas was the best time of the year. No school, eager shopping for presents, and snow meant it was time to set up the tree. That, and set up the lights outside the house. Because we lived in always lived in apartment buildings growing up, we had limited space to put a whole bunch of lights. But my parents knew how to make do. Every year we would fill the christmas tree with tons and then put 2 sets of lights on the windows and a wreath on top of the door. It made sense, no room, tons of lights.
Its not only the tree that we did every year. Of course because it was christmas, my parents bought me gifts. Most of them I had wanted, but others that I could really care less about. I mean like really, what little kid you know wants an ugly christmas sweater, that is so itchy you swear you have fleas. But still, it was a present. And most of the presents they bought me, they tried to hide. And of course because I was little, I knew it was up to me to find them. I would tear apart the house looking for something I knew I had requested. It was the highlight of presents.
Now I know it seems cliche, but yes we always made gingerbread houses, with the little gumdrops and all that. It was fun, but I quickly outgrew it. It wasn't it because I hated it, I loved it. Its just that I outgrew it, and we no longer make gingerbread houses. Its nothing special.... but I did love to eat them. It took me 2 weeks to finish eating a house.
Thats pretty much it
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