I posted this a few years ago…a memory from long ago.
Every New Years Day, my mom took down the tree. Always, as if it was required. In a few days, though, I knew it would be Christmas again.
When I was little…four, five, six years old…we celebrated a second Christmas after the first one was done. My mother’s side of the family celebrated Christmas on the feast of the Epiphany, January 6, and for a kid, that’s great. We didn’t get presents again, but we knew after we finished the December 25th Christmas, we’d get to go to my grandparents’ house on the 6th and celebrate again…cousins, aunts, uncles…eat, sing, play…food and fun!
Our memories from childhood are pictures, aren’t they?
I see me sitting with my cousins on the stairs off my grandparents’ kitchen. Laughing, making noise, keeping an eye on the grown-ups in the kitchen. I see my grandmother bustling around her big old stove and lots…
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etikser 
Such a warm, vivid memory. I can just hear all the uncles giggling. Our Christmas tree is still up, and I am oddly reluctant to take it down. I think its those soft blue lights.
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Thank you. My tree is still up too. I don’t do that New Years Day thing. It brings me too much pleasure.
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Same!
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Wonderful memories of those days! Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed.
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We loved our time here at Christmas but we our decorations down. Great image. Anita
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Thanks, Anita. Best to you in the new year.
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Such a treasured memory of family. 😋
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Thank you!
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This reminds me of Christmas at my Armenian friends.
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Good memories, I hope.
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Yes indeed.
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We had the same tradition. It was delightful.
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Good to hear. It was a wonderful, fun tradition.
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