Every year since I was born and back three more generations in my family, Santa has visited all of our homes on Christmas Eve. And its not what you think: that Santa comes and fills our stockings after everyone has fallen to sleep...like he does the rest of the world. Santa stops at our house and walks slowly inside taking time from his trip around the world to spend special time with each of us and give us our presents individually. Tradition to me is something that should never be broken. I'm one who hates change, so i stick with it! Anyways, this tradition is my very favorite. Last year my son, Gage, was only about three weeks old when santa visited. Which you know isn't near old enough to comprehend who the big guy in the red suit, with the long white beard, and is holding me with a tight grip (as i sleep) is. So as you might get from all this- my husband and I were looking forward to this specific time very much. Not to mention- it was also my husbands first time to experience this glorious tradition with my family beings it was our first Christmas together as a married couple! This year Gage would be almost 13 months and fully capable of having any emotion he wanted toward the big guy. And he did. As a walking, wanting to talk little guy, he didnt have much to say. He took steps forward then backward depending on the way Santa moved. But finally, it happened. He trusted Santa enough to reach out and touch him... And here is the picture I took in that very instant:
This is the only picture I got but as the saying states "A picture is worth a thousand words." My family and I will cherich this picture knowing another generation is enjoying a part of our history. I hope my kids and their kids continue to share this tradition and keep believing in Santa for years and generations to come.
What traditions do you and your family have?