… but there’s a few things I do with my family each year that say “ it’s Christmastime” to me:

- Decorating our tree with a potpourri of ornaments.  Some have been in my family since I was a toddler. Some were handmade by my kids or friends. Some are a subset of Star Fleet (those really bring Christmas home to a person, especially the one where Spock says “happy holidays, live long and prosper”).
- Putting up lights on the house. We don’t go crazy because they also serve as Orthodox Christmas lights, Valentines Day lights, First Day of Spring lights, and maybe Easter lights depending on when the snow stops and when I feel like taking them down.
- Watching Charlie Brown Christmas, A Christmas Carol (George C. Scott version), and It’s a Wonderful Life.
- Gathering with friends over libations and holiday treats. We did a traditional holiday open house until COVID came, and one of our friends had a caroling party every year. I hope those will return next year.  

I think all of the best holiday traditions (whatever your holiday may be) turn on how they serve as a reason to be with people you want to be with (often the people we miss out on seeing in non-holiday times). In the end the tradition itself is less important than the chance to have time with those people.  

One of our favorite traditions is to gather with a small group of friends that has for the last 30 years or so gone to see an annual holiday event at a local art museum and then going to dinner. We rarely get to see those folks as we are all too busy, but the yearly visit to see the show  is our route to keeping our friendships intact.

Coming from the very large Italian family, it is always about the food and the next meal.

We truly enjoy each other’s company, a whole family of smart asses and we love to laugh.

Christmas Eve is homemade ravioli, onion soup, Porchetta, (A seasoned rolled pork roast, spicy), homemade crescent rolls, Baked Alaska and homemade fudge.

When we open presents, we go from youngest to oldest and opening one at a time.

Christmas day we have crab legs, prime rib, homemade gnocchi’s and Tara Massu.

Then we play a dice game, where everybody brings a present between $20 and $50. Once all the presents are spoken for is the first round. Second round is played with a timer, The dice are flying around the table to get as many rolls as you can, if somebody else has a present you want and roll the right dice you can take their present.    We really have a good time with this.  

We have held a big Christmas party every year for the last 20 years. We even had a scaled-down version last year.

It's a come one, come all event and often the only time we see some people all year.

We were all kids at one time and Christmas was the biggest deal ... presents!  We'd get the Ward's catalog in the mail and dream about all the cool toys.  And then we got vacation from school, just got to goof around at home, or go out and play in the snow.  Had a Christmas tree and assorted seasonal decorations. Who can forget the scents from the trees (if you had a real one.)   And Christmas music on the radio, or Christmas theme shows on TV, Like Rudolf, Charlie Brown, Miracle on 34th Street, etc.  
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If you had your own children you could vicariously re-live it through them, to watch the joy in their faces.  I suppose if you have grandchildren you get yet another crack at it, though less intense.
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But for me the memories are sufficient. I don't feel a need to recapture/reenact them.  I still appreciate (probably moreso than when younger) a nice feast on the holidays.  And sometimes catch an old Christmas favorite on the TV just for nostalgia.  
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But Christmas is mostly for kids.  I enjoyed it as a kid.  I had the experience and don't think I've lost anything by not re-experiencing the same intensity of feelings in adulthood.  No regrets.

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As a joke, my brother Vorlon used to hang a pair of panty hose over his
fireplace on Christmas Eve. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill
them. He showed me photos of Paige savage and Jasper stone and immediately blushed saying, "these two lovely ladies is all I want for Christmas".
What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every
Christmas morning, although Ray's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor
pantyhose hung sadly empty, and he would sneek upstairs and gaze at photos of his dream girls in the private of his room......and then go back down all turned on and drooling, but still disappointed at what he would find.
Last year I decided to make his dream come true. I called the ladies (not sharing with him that i knew them both and could probably make it happen), put on my mask and sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Walmart you know.
 I had to go to an all night adult bookstore downtown, so with sweet Jersey Girl and Tayshin  for advice and Violet in tow for moral support, the adventure began.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, off the clock, with three absolute hotties, don't go, you'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, 'What does this do?'
'You're kidding me!'’ You put that where?’ 'Who would buy that?' Finally, I made it to the
inflatable doll section, my pants stretched out and several times stained.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as
a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour and be able to still look good after dropping off the ladies and kissing them all good night…..still off the clock!
Finding what I wanted was difficult. 'Love Dolls' come in many different
models, just sit at your computer and peruse the profiles and you will see what I mean. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do
things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry and on posts of Paige and Trinity Lake, off the discussion board. I settled for 'Lovable SexyHilary.' (the box said she had retired years ago but was very popular with the boys). She was on the high end of the price scale, but had a great bio and a long list of tips for extended use.
To call SexyHilary a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination she was SO incredibly lifelike.....and absolutely gorgeous and WOW !!  the positions and the things she could do !  
So the plan continued ......On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump and a doubles session, I had set up, with Paige  and Jersey Girl (on the clock but with a very Christmas special the night before), SexyHilary doll came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and i had to make something up about my gorgeous elves that were dressed to kill and horney as hell (cuz THEY were on the clock ) but she let us in during the wee morning
hours and went back to bed. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Hilary's pliant legs and bottom. Since it was quiet and the company was right, I dined down below with the ladies and played with some fruit and whipping cream I found in the frig to watch them both twinkle. Since it was getting late and very noisy gasping and moaning we all went home, and cuddled for a couple of hours, laughing between the play.
The next morning my brother called us to say that Santa had been to his house
and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left the dog
confused. She would sniff, start to walk away, then come back and sniff some
more.
We all agreed that Hilary should remain in her pantyhose display so the rest of the
family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas
dinner.
My grandmother noticed her the moment she walked in the door. 'What the
hell is that?' she asked.
My brother quickly explained, 'It's a doll.'
'Who would play with something like that?' Granny snapped.
I kept my mouth shut
Where are her clothes?' Granny continued.
'Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,' Vorlon said, to steer her into the
dining room.
But Granny was relentless. 'Why is her mouth so big and why doesn't she have any teeth?'
Again, I could have answered, but why would I? (It was only just explained to me by Jersey Girl at the store a short time ago, so I thought they could figure it out themselves)  And besides, it was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, 'Hang on Granny, hang on!'
My grandfather, a delightful old man with very poor eyesight, sidled up to me and
said, 'Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?' I told him she was Vorlon's
new girlfriend squeeze and dashed to the kitchen hoping he would follow.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Hilary. Not
just talking, but actually flirting and putting his hands all over her. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home, so we let him be, while he tried to get her out of the pantyhose.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who
was dying, and who was doing who in the neighborhood, when suddenly Hilary made a robust noise of pleasure, like she popped in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across
the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation to poor shrinking Hilary.
My brother fell back over his chair laughing and i swear he wet his pants.
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide
the cause of Hilary's collapse. We discovered that she had suffered from
a hot ember to the inside area of her right thigh that had fallen from grandpas cigar while he was trying to mount her.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to
perfect health, and let grandpa know that it wasn’t his fault…....
I can't wait for this Christmas. I was told thru the grapevine that Vorlon was searching for a wooden hollowed out dildo for me to use  with Jersey and Paige since my injury rendered me unable to function as the ladies might like, We will have to see how it all plays out........
Merry Christmas to all .............. Holidays with the Hornbodies......... Priceless !!

Jersey Girl- you are SO clever! I assumed that you had a misspelling in the title of your original post, then I saw your baking picture and realized it was deliberate. Thanks for making spirits bright!