December Gatherings

Gathering: noun an assembly or meeting, especially a social or festive one or one held for a specific purpose. Google top result.

If months have themes, then celebration is the theme of December. A quick look at the holiday calendar demonstrates multiple opportunities to gather, both secular and religious. December is a something for everyone month. Hanukkah, Mawlid Un Nabi, Christmas, and Kwanzaa all fall within its thirty one days. Followed by the ultimate celebration…New Year’s Eve/Day. How can you go wrong?

I have to admit, I scored big as a kid at Christmas. My family was multi-cultural and my parents were strong believers in tradition. With a heritage that was half German, a quarter French, and a quarter Italian, the holidays started early at my house, and each event was rooted in heritage.

Our Germanic roots insisted that on December 1st the Advent calendar made an appearance. Advent is literally the countdown to the birth of Christ. My grandfather brought our calendar over from German before the turn of the century. It was a standing box in the shape of a church and it contained twenty-four numbered drawers. Every night after supper, we would slide the tiny drawer open and find either a gift or directions to our gift. These gifts were not large, or extravagant, often they were ornaments for the tree, or tiny charms or figurines.

Our French roots kicked in on December 6th. The feast of St. Nicholas. That night our French relatives would arrive and we would set up the family nativity scene called a crèche. The children would receive a gift or two, usually clothing to wear on Christmas day and a small toy, or my favorite, a book.

We celebrated our Italian roots on Christmas Eve. My Uncle would get us before my father arrived home from work. He drove us to his house in New York where his mother-in-law and grand mother-in-law would be working on the traditional Christmas Eve feast. Christmas Eve is a big event in an Italian household. Nothing eaten has color (except the ever-present salad) and usually there were seven different kinds of fish. Including my favorites, eel that we had caught in the Hudson River, and baccalà (salt cod) salad. My father would show up around eight o’clock just in time to sit down to dinner.

After dinner, the multinational Christmas traditions continued. Excitement mounted in the car as we drove over the George Washington Bridge for home. My father would make us wait in the car while he opened the house and turned on the Christmas tree lights. His German tradition insisted that Santa brought the tree on Christmas Eve. While we were at my uncle’s he had been home decorating the tree. Many of our ornaments had come from Germany with my grandparents and been left to my Dad. My brother and I each had two special ornaments that only we could hang on the tree. Mine were a hand blown antique gnome ornament and a hand blown antique Santa. Then my Dad would give me the tree topper and hike me up on his shoulder so I could position it on the top of the tree. His family tradition required the youngest in the family top the tree. Under the tree was one gift for each of us that we could open. The bulk, in the American way, would arrive in the morning along with a houseful of family and friends.

There were two more traditions before we went to bed. We didn’t have a hearth, so we placed cookies and a glass of milk on the end table nearest the radiator. Then in the French way, we put a pair of shoes in front of the radiator. When we woke in the morning, if we had been good, we would find aluminum foil packages in our shoes that contained an orange, an apple, and some nuts.

Christmas day might be over, but the Christmas season was not done yet. On January 6th, Little Christmas, the day the wise men arrived at the stable, Italian tradition insisted that the children receive candy or coal. This time, we would find decorative socks at our breakfast table concealing our gifts or punishment. A good witch known as la befana brought the gifts in the night. I never saw la befana, but years later when someone gave me a kitchen witch as a housewarming present she looked just like my imaginative image of her.

Little Christmas also marked the day the decorations came down and the tree was put to the kerb. This often involved a gathering of friends and relatives invited to put Christmas away and share a savory sauerbraten my mother had started preparing on New Year’s Day. The holiday season was over for another year.

What about you? Do you have holiday traditions? Do you still celebrate them?


Author: kaitcarson

I write mysteries set in South Florida. The Hayden Kent series is set in the Florida Keys. Hayden is a SCUBA diving paralegal who keeps finding bodies. Underwater, no one can hear you scream! Catherine Swope is a Miami Realtor with a penchant for finding bodies in the darndest places. I live in an airpark in Fort Denaud, FL with my husband, five cats, and a flock of conures. And oh yes, a Piper Cherokee 6 in the hangar!

15 thoughts on “December Gatherings”

  1. We didn’t have a ton of traditions in our family. Except New Year’s Day. It was considering “good luck” if a boy entered the house first and “bad luck” if a girl did. I forget where this came from (I think my grandfather’s Croatian roots). My siblings and I would be taken to my grandparents’ houses where the boys would be feted and given gifts. The girls? Not so much. Why we had to go is beyond me. I started writing a short story about it once. I should find it…


  2. Kait, this is fantastic! Thank you for sharing. My father’s German/Austrian grandparents, sadly, did not share any traditions with their grandchildren. My great-grandmother was a gypsy, so I imagine it would have been interesting!

    My mother, maternal grandmother, and aunt all live near one another, so for us, Christmas Eve was opening one present. Christmas morning was an early rising, followed by discovering the Santa gifts (never wrapped, always a book and a doll, and then other things), and then unwrapping with my parents. At mid-morning, we’d move down to my grandparents house where the adults had coffee and we all had muffins. Then we’d open gifts with my grandparents, parents, and aunt’s family. The big feast was a late lunch around 1pm, and then we headed home for a bit. At dinner time, it was back to my grandmother’s for left-overs.

    I miss those traditions! Now, our family is too widespread, and I often lament that my daughter has never had the experience of developing or enjoying a consistent tradition–other than being in a car for many hours on the holidays. As an only of an only child, staying home would be kind of boring for her, and our nearest family is 90 minutes away; the farthest 4.5 hours. Ah, well. I’m grateful we have family to share the holidays with!


  3. Your great grandmother was a gypsy! Those are stories I bet you would like to hear. What a cool background to have.

    Isn’t it funny how many Christmas traditions revolve around how and when to open the gifts?

    Your Christmas trips are a tradition, and they draw from an old tradition. After all, isn’t there a Christmas Carol about going to Grandma’s house (the horse and sleigh one, not the reindeer one), so the younger generation is following the Christmas tradition by traveling.


  4. Wow! I loved reading about all your holiday traditions, Kait! Your post reminds me of how my family used to make lefse at Christmas–a Norwegian potato flatbread that we would eat with ham or, my personal favorite, cinnamon and sugar. Yum!


  5. Oh, Kait, I love all the roots you celebrate! That’s fantastic! Our biggest Christmas tradition is that our big “Christmas” meal is breakfast and not dinner and that we always have scones. Not “Starbucks” scones, but plain, old, cut-with-a-glass scones. The recipe is from our Scottish side and we don’t mess with it!


  6. One thing I remember getting for Christmas as a child was an orange and a chocolate candy bar (Snickers!) I still continue this tradition, but sometimes substitute another kind of chocolate. One can NEVER go wrong getting and/or giving chocolate.

    Oh I forgot, or a book signed by the author!


  7. 3 no 7 what wonderful memories. Did your oranges also taste far sweeter than any others you ate that year? Yes, definitely chocolate. But that was often a prize in the advent calendar. Usually a kiss. I wonder how many had New Year traditions? Our family did not, except for watching the ball drop in Times Square (we saw it on TV). My Southern friends still make Hoppin John, a tradition I’ve adopted.


  8. Wow! Loved this…now I am totally in the mood for holiday cheer! One tradition we have is to write “clues” on the gifts. Not a clue that will allow easy guessing, either. We’ve had some hilarious ones over the years… 😉


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