That is an odd question.
However, I will answer it, ’cause what else am I here for? I prefer wrapping paper, because it’s much more exciting. You usually see where the gift bag comes from, which ruins a bit of the surprise, and there’s just something about the feeling of unwrapping something. I am very much used to wrapping paper, so I might be biased in this case, but whatever? I am never pretending not to be biased, so…
Come to think of it, it saddens me that I hardly keep any Christmas traditions anymore. There are a few things I always do at Christmas: Watch Christmas movie, drink mulled wine, suck on candy-canes in the more tasty way… But any direct traditions we haven’t had in my close circle as of lately.
However, we do have one that I greatly appreciate, and that is our family tradition on Boxing Day. On this day, I visit my maternal family, and it is always nice to catch up with them. I still get along with my cousins very well, and the food is always amazing.
That must be my favorite current Christmas tradition.
My all-time favorite holiday smell, has got to be the smell of gingerbread dough. My grandmother (you must be fucking bored – all my childhood memories have to do with my grandmother, but whatever) always made gingerbread from scratch and my mother, my siblings and I used to come over to her place to shape them.
And the smell of – not necessarily the cookies, but the dough – was so heavy in the air that I still remember it clearly, even though it has been five years since the last time we made gingerbread together.
This is my teeny tiny Christmas tree that I bought nineteen years ago. Still standing strong, that little fellow.
There are quite a few Christmases that I remember quite well, so I will mention them all: The Christmas of 1995, since that is the first Christmas I can remember experiencing, the Christmas of 1998, because that was the first year we spent at my grandparents’ place, the Christmas of 1999, considering that was the first time I started crushing on a guy, the Christmas of 2007, which was special for so extremely many reasons and marked the end of a pretty fucked up year, the Christmas of 2008, but maybe only because I started jamming out to Christmas carols in October that year, which made Christmas two months long, and the Christmas of 2010, considering that marked the passing of my grandmother… These are the most memorable Christmases for me, and it is hard for me to ascertain which one was the most special, as they were all so in different ways.
This is a picture from a less memorable Christmas, the Christmas of 2005. Here you see my brother, my brother, me, my grandmother (may she rest in peace) and my little sister. Merry Christmas.
Wood, for sure! Mostly because of the smell, and the nice way it stings my fingers when I decorate it. It’s the little things. I doubt I will ever have a wooden tree of my own when I move out, though. Seems too much stress for me to bare with. I have a small one in plastic now, though, that I have had since I was two years old. Of nice quality, that one! But yes, I most certainly prefer wooden trees as opposed to those made of plastic.
It comes clearer to you as you grow older, that the best gifts that you can remember, aren’t necessarily the ones you considered the best ones when you were younger. Speaking from a somewhat shallow perspective, though, my grandmother spoiled us rotten when she was alive. She took our wishlists into clever consideration, analyzed them, asked my mother which one of the toys we had listed was the biggest, most massive and most expensive, and then she went out, and bought it. Briefly spoken, the biggest, hardest present was always from her. Now that she is gone, however, I also have come to cherish all the jewelry and clothes she bought me. I still have a woolen sweater she bought me for Christmas the year I was sixteen, and it’s nice to still be able to wear something she bought me.