Ahhhhh, the holidays are here again. And this year I have about 3 ideas for “New Traditions” for my family. I’m excited about them, but this seems to happen every year. I come up with THE best new tradition that will be the one to take into old age with my kids and their kids. I picture an 80yo version of myself (wrinkle-free of course) sitting on a rocking chair receiving honor and praise from my kids and grandkids saying, “Isn’t this the best tradition ever?! Thank you Grandma-ma for starting this so many years ago!” But, by the next year, I have forgotten what I started the year before, so I start something else. Again, with complete optimism, picturing the rocking chair and the grandkids and I think, “THIS IS IT! This is the one that will stick.”

So today, I came up with a third tradition to start for this year, and I showed it to Chris. Being supportive of all that I do, he said, “Oh, that sounds great, honey. What did we do last year at this time?” I sat there staring…. I couldn’t remember (still can’t). It’s downstairs in a box somewhere.

It seems, the most traditional thing about our holiday traditions is the fact that each year we make new traditions!

The Perpetual, Traditional, Always Original, No Residual, one day Inheritable, maybe Edible, Aboriginal, Pearson Family Christmas!