This was our first Christmas away from my parents' house and the first time since the mid-'80s that I've spent the holidays outside of California. Let me tell you, there's something odd about waiting for Santa in a town that doesn't have "Santa" in the name.
As we found with Thanksgiving, having the holidays at our house means being able to create new traditions — and discarding some of the old ones.
We have a new set of stockings that Kelly bought. They're very cute, even if they have approximately the same capacity as a child's tube sock. (This is still America, right? I require a larger stocking.)
I also was sad that we're no longer honoring my family's long-held practice of saying, "This is the worst Christmas ever" at some point during the holiday. (The perfect moment this year would have been during the Netflix outage, but I held off.)
Kelly did manage to find one of these spinning angel chime things. This object was a mainstay of every Christmas I can remember, and it added some continuity and nostalgia to our family's first solo Christmas.
For me, at least.
Elliot asked if it was a menorah.