This week, I admitted a fairly embarrassing Christmas tradition to most of the Paducah Sun newsroom. Seeing as they all are reporters, and word gets around, I figured I would share it with you.
Each Christmas Eve, my mother and I unwrap one present from under the tree. Every year it’s the same thing. We both get a pair of pajamas, matching ones at that, from Santa, which we sleep in for the next two nights. Last year, they were cheetah print (in true Jersey fashion), the year before that there were hundreds of penguins dancing on my footie-pajamas.
It may be stupid, but it’s our tradition nonetheless. Every year, my holiday season is speckled with traditions just like that. But with my family growing up and moving away, some of them have stopped completely. That is never more evident than during the holiday season.
The thing is, though, it isn’t just my family. Traditions in general seem to be completely slipping away. Outside of Noble Park, there are very few houses in Paducah that proudly display Christmas lights. Carolers all across the nation have gone completely missing, despite Buddy the Elf’s message that the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.
Sure, families still put up trees. There are still presents under those trees. But it seems like traditions are fading away and my generation, which has now grown into its 20-somethings, couldn’t care less.
It’s time to bring back the traditions, and we have to be the ones to do it. Read ’Twas the Night Before Christmas” before bed on Christmas Eve. Make cookies for Santa. Do anything, something, that you can look forward to every year. Make it not about presents, not about shopping, but about enjoying each other’s company. And Christmas Eve, when my mom and I are all snuggled in bed, wearing matching pajamas, I will think about you.
Contact Corianne Egan, a Paducah Sun staff writer, at 270-575-8652.