I think back on the many Christmas eves we spent at my
mother’s parents house, setting up the fake silver tinsel tree (see right) in the formal living room that we were never allowed in otherwise, receiving the mandatory giant chocolate bar (and hoping to get the Caramello) and savings bond…and as we got older, checks so we could go shopping for more gifts at the post-Christmas sales. The nights were generally complete with food, playing games, eating cashews and birthday cake for Paul before returning home and hoping to see Santa on the drive back. Soon after we arrived at our own house, my parents often banished us to our rooms after agreeing on the time we were allowed to wake up (we always wanted as early as possible, but my parents usually convinced us to wait until at least 8am) as they had waited til the last minute to buy and wrap most of the presents and, of course, Santa wouldn’t come if we weren’t asleep. My brothers and I would often have a sleepover in one of the rooms, where we’d stay up later than my parents probably hoped for and try to talk each other into spilling the beans about what we got each other. We would generally wake up hours before the agreed upon time, and try to sneak out to see what Santa had left us. Santa’s gifts were never wrapped, partly I assume, because they were usually big and difficult to wrap, like bicycles, but they were also the best gifts, so I assume the sheer excitement of us tearing into the family room and seeing the new Nintendo/bike/etc. immediately was also pretty fun. My mother once told me that she loved the Santa gifts when we were young because, in her opinion, they were the most selfless part of the holiday as Santa was given the credit for the best gift we received each year.Of course as we got older, it wasn’t such a mystery who Santa was, but still as far as I remember, Santa still gives us the best presents. The rest of the 25th was spent eating candy from our stockings for breakfast, playing with our new toys, and waiting for Christmas dinner which was followed by more candy and playing. These days, as my brothers and I are all grown, usually have to agree to wake up before noon if we want to do Christmas morning gifts and the only toys we get are usually in the form of video games or new electronics, which most likely we already know that we’re getting. Nevertheless, I do enjoy having a day or two where my family can all get together and have a nice day.
Though I am sad to spend the holidays from my family, seeing the many traditions of the Haugen’s (Siri’s family) has made me appreciate the efforts my parents and grandparents went through when we were young. It also makes me look forward to the future generations of my family and bringing back some of the older traditions of my youth for the new kiddos to enjoy.
Finally, I have had a wonderful time in Norway thus far and expect the fun to continue. I just wanted a chance to fondly remember my American Christmas traditions and reflect on the experience I have had. I will provide more details at a later date, including some pictures. Happy holidays to all. :)