This was our family's first Christmas by ourselves. We did quite a bit of talking about the traditions from our own families and how to incorporate those into our combined traditions. There were a few things we couldn't mess with, like aebleskievers on Christmas Eve for me and crackers and a nice spread of cheese and summer sausage for Jared (also on Christmas Eve). We also read the Nativity story from Luke ch. 2 and the story of the wisemen in Matthew which was also a tradition practiced by both of our families.
But neither of us had many traditions for Christmas day. So we started some. It's strange that so many "traditions" are just what foods we eat. For example, we made kolaches for breakfast. Why can you not get those outside of Texas? For my next post, I may have to sing an ode to Southern Maid donuts and kolaches. But anyway...
We decided that we would have a tres leches cake each Christmas day for dessert. It would be the Savior's birthday cake.
We sang Happy Birthday, which both of us felt weird about. We've decided that from now on we would sing a more reverent song about His birth. Probably Silent Night, but we liked the candles and the reminder that we are celebrating His birth. Then we blew out the candles and presented a gift for the Savior. These gifts were promises. Mine is that I won't miss one day of scripture reading this year.