A Christmas memory
My mom gets the credit for purchasing 99% of my Christmas presents (what must it be like to be a man and really only have to worry about purchasing only one gift, your wife's?). But I remember one thing my dad did every year... he stuffed our stockings with new pens, pencils and highlighters.
Girls love colorful pens and pencils. It was always so much fun to return to school in January armed with a arsenal of fresh ink. Maybe what made it meaningful was that he went to Office Depot and picked out pens for our stockings. Whatever it was, my sisters and I loved it. It became part of Christmas. As much a part as my mom always letting us open one gift on Christmas Eve.
I am not sure what traditions will evolve in our family. I love buying my children a new ornament every year. This year Graham picked Batman and Elijah picked Star Wars. I have also read The Best Christmas Pageant Ever two years in a row (well we have a chapters left). We'll see.
But I think the thing to keep in mind is that the things we remember about Christmas are not always the most expensive things. It is the little moments, and the kept traditions no matter how small they may seem to others, like new pens, that seem to stick in our memory and define Christmas for us.