Do you ever stop to think how some of your
Christmas traditions came to be?
Sunday the leader of our church children's programs talked about her family's tradition of eating fish on Christmas Eve. That's a new one on me.
But it got me thinking about our family's Christmas Eve tradition when I was growing up: vegetable soup!
Here's the backstory.
For many years the fundraiser for the Nashville home for unwed mothers was caroling on Christmas Eve. "A candle in your window, a carol at your door." Each year the Scout troops in our little community spread out over the town, caroling and collecting coins door to door. Afterward we assembled at the Methodist church to warm up with hot chocolate and turn in our collections.
One year my mother (a/k/a The Mama) was in charge of the event which overlapped the dinner hour. So to make life easy for herself she made a big pot of vegetable soup in the deepwell burner on our stove (pre-crockpot days). It was delicious.
The next year, when she was no longer coordinator of the caroling, she asked my brothers what they would like for Christmas Eve dinner. Their response: "We ALWAYS have vegetable soup on Christmas Eve!" A tradition was born, one that I carried into my own family while Son-1 and Son-2 were still at home.
I'm linking up with Connie at Free Motion by the River. Thanks for visiting! Christmas Blessings to everyone.