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dancingtongue · 80-89, M
I can tell you what they used to be like when our kids were growing up. Christmas Eve was clam chowder and homemade pizza. Combination of my wife and my childhoods: clam chowder from the British/Germanic roots on my father's side; homemade pizza from my Sicilian wife's. Goose on Christmas Day, partially a nod to A Christmas Carol but largely a recognition we all preferred dark meat to white meat and a goose is all dark.
These days it is more a hodge podge as the holiday schedules have become catch-as-catch can given sons, grandkids, in-laws being spread out. When we are able to gather on Christmas Eve, the clam chowder and homemade pizza tradition is maintained as it is so deeply rooted. But this year oldest son and daughter-in-law are sticking close to home as mountain lions, bobcats, and coyotes have been attacking their livestock. The rest of us actually celebrated Christmas this past Sunday as granddaughter was flying back to Connecticut to be with her fiance on Christmas Day. We had cioppino; a nod to the late wife/mother/Nana who could not be with us. On Christmas Day itself, grandson is taking the rest of us out for Chinese.
These days it is more a hodge podge as the holiday schedules have become catch-as-catch can given sons, grandkids, in-laws being spread out. When we are able to gather on Christmas Eve, the clam chowder and homemade pizza tradition is maintained as it is so deeply rooted. But this year oldest son and daughter-in-law are sticking close to home as mountain lions, bobcats, and coyotes have been attacking their livestock. The rest of us actually celebrated Christmas this past Sunday as granddaughter was flying back to Connecticut to be with her fiance on Christmas Day. We had cioppino; a nod to the late wife/mother/Nana who could not be with us. On Christmas Day itself, grandson is taking the rest of us out for Chinese.


