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BBB Members and Their Christmas Traditions

Okay @alien8 !

Once we were grown and on our own, we had a tradition where we would all get together at Mom's and bake Christmas cookies on a day before Christmas sometime. It sounds like such a lovely tradition, doesn't it? HA! Not so much!!

We would throw flour, rag at each other, eat the frosting, make fun of each other's cookies, and the piece de resistance was when one of my sisters decided that this was the perfect venue to share how she had been just short of the town bike while in high school! Hahahaha!! I thought my Mother would swallow her tongue.

There were no more Christmas cookie baking days after that. *snort*

God I miss my family.
 
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Step away from the candy Spock...
 
Okay @alien8 !

Once we were grown and on our own, we had a tradition where we would all get together at Mom's and bake Christmas cookies on a day before Christmas sometime. It sounds like such a lovely tradition, doesn't it? HA! Not so much!!

We would throw flour, rag at each other, eat the frosting, make fun of each other's cookies, and the piece de resistance was when one of my sisters decided that this was the perfect venue to share how she had been just short of the town bike while in high school! Hahahaha!! I thought my Mother would swallow her tongue.

There were no more Christmas cookie baking days after that. *snort*

God I miss my family.
Hahahaha! My family is just like this. Extremely sentimental and loving, but also incessantly making fun of each other. My pop has told us one specific story about my aunt probably 50 times, and he never tires of embarrassing her. She came over to my grandparents house for the first proper date with my uncle, and to meet his family. My family are the type who will point out something embarrassing or make a huge deal out of nothing for the sake of teasing someone, and my aunt is the complete opposite. She gets embarrassed very easily and a red blush spreads all the way up her chest to her cheeks if something embarrassing happens even to someone else. My nan spread out her new white tablecloth with a cream doily thing and placed different meats and salads on top, with fresh bread rolls and butter on the table. When she arrived, the four of them sit awkwardly at the table, my pop trying to crack a few jokes and my nan trying to make my aunt feel comfortable. Stammering and already blushing, my aunt reaches across the table to pick up the beetroot container. Having never used such a contraption before, she grabbed the handle (which is unattached to the container) and tried to lift it over the meats. The whole container spills over, spewing purple beetroot juice and a whole tin of beetroot all over the salads, meat, rolls, fresh white tablecloth and my aunt's clothes. They sit there for a few seconds in silence, until my pop roars with laughter and says "CANDICE! YOU RUINED JOAN'S NEW WHITE TABLECLOTH!!!!" Apparently she apologised profusely as her face and neck turned the same colour as the beetroot stain in the new tablecloth. My pop couldn't stop laughing, but it was 6 months before my aunt even showed her face at my grandparents house again. It's now a bit of a tradition that my pop repeats that story during Christmas lunch. He always starts off by pointing to the tablecloth and saying "Candy.... Do you remember the time you ruined my wife's new white tablecloth?"
 
This was the first xmas I was going to spend alone - however my friends in Melb's have invited me to join them for xmas & NYE, so Christmas is YAY... As for movies, I love Home Alone :cool: but I'll watch whatever my friends want to watch this year of course...
 
I loathe Christmas. It depresses me.

The only thing that me feels slightly better is going along to shopping malls or department stores where little kids are lining up to see Santa Claus, where I tell them all he's not real and their parents actually buy them the presents. Their tiny tears ease my pain.

Another favourite around this time of year is to go the supermarket and vigorously shake random bottles of soft drink. Just the thought of some family sitting down for a lovely Christmas dinner, only for their bottle of Coke to virtually explode all over the table brings me a great deal of sadistic pleasure.

Humbug.

'Christmas' (the commercialised 'Hallmark' secular version of it anyway) is so fucking tacky and fake. I hate putting on a facade and feigning interest in people and things that 364/365 (taking leap years into account) I would normally give a damn about; it's soul destroying actually. :pompus:
 
'Christmas' (the commercialised 'Hallmark' secular version of it anyway) is so fucking tacky and fake. I hate putting on a facade and feigning interest in people and things that 364/365 (taking leap years into account) I would normally give a damn about; it's soul destroying actually. :pompus:
Awe con. No one buys you any presents, do they?
 
Hahahaha! My family is just like this. Extremely sentimental and loving, but also incessantly making fun of each other. My pop has told us one specific story about my aunt probably 50 times, and he never tires of embarrassing her. She came over to my grandparents house for the first proper date with my uncle, and to meet his family. My family are the type who will point out something embarrassing or make a huge deal out of nothing for the sake of teasing someone, and my aunt is the complete opposite. She gets embarrassed very easily and a red blush spreads all the way up her chest to her cheeks if something embarrassing happens even to someone else. My nan spread out her new white tablecloth with a cream doily thing and placed different meats and salads on top, with fresh bread rolls and butter on the table. When she arrived, the four of them sit awkwardly at the table, my pop trying to crack a few jokes and my nan trying to make my aunt feel comfortable. Stammering and already blushing, my aunt reaches across the table to pick up the beetroot container. Having never used such a contraption before, she grabbed the handle (which is unattached to the container) and tried to lift it over the meats. The whole container spills over, spewing purple beetroot juice and a whole tin of beetroot all over the salads, meat, rolls, fresh white tablecloth and my aunt's clothes. They sit there for a few seconds in silence, until my pop roars with laughter and says "CANDICE! YOU RUINED JOAN'S NEW WHITE TABLECLOTH!!!!" Apparently she apologised profusely as her face and neck turned the same colour as the beetroot stain in the new tablecloth. My pop couldn't stop laughing, but it was 6 months before my aunt even showed her face at my grandparents house again. It's now a bit of a tradition that my pop repeats that story during Christmas lunch. He always starts off by pointing to the tablecloth and saying "Candy.... Do you remember the time you ruined my wife's new white tablecloth?"
I love it!!! Bloody beetroot!
 
'Christmas' (the commercialised 'Hallmark' secular version of it anyway) is so fucking tacky and fake. I hate putting on a facade and feigning interest in people and things that 364/365 (taking leap years into account) I would normally give a damn about; it's soul destroying actually. :pompus:

On the contrary I hate the hassle of having to find presents to reciprocate the gesture. Not getting any would spare me of all of that. :angelic:

Yep, I strongly agree with both of these sentiments.
 
Christmas at the Macaronis is pretty rad. We always go to a someone in my mum's family's place, and it's the whole family there - we're sitting at 25 1/2 right now (cousin and his wife are expecting).

We're a really tight knit unit, but it's the one time of year we get to see each other.

Personally, I don't care much for the commercial side. I usually just ask my folks for a little spending money, something I will inevitably buy anyway, and a voucher of some sort. This year that's golfing lessons and a few vinyls I've been eyeing off. This year is also the first year my brother and I are buying each other presents - and it's much the same; we gave each other a list of ten things that cost less than $50 that we wanted, and we're using those lists to make sure we get each other presents that we want.

What matters to me at Christmas is seeing my family and enjoying good food whilst forging lasting memories.
 
In my family we celebrate it from the 24th of December, we go to church in the morning. All my family gathers in my aunties house on the 24th of December at 7:30 - 8 pm and we basically celebrate and have dinner before midnight, we have a feast let me tell you. After the dinner, we eat panettone and chocolate milk or wine. The children go crazy waiting for Santa and play with small fireworks etc and at around 11:30 pm we do this whole Santa act for the kids. We turn all the lights off and we tell the Kids Santa should be on his way so we need to be quiet because he likes to drop presents when we are all sleeping and we should be quiet and we might heat the bells from santa's sleigh, whilst the kids are caught up trying to be quiet and peeking through the window, we get my uncle to go to the backyard and ring bells as if to say that Santa is arriving, then we get all the kids to look out the window trying to find him (they all get excited, and as they are doing this we hear 'footsteps' on the roof and then we hear drops' then my aunty says I think he has dropped off the presents and everyone runs to the backyard to find presents scattered everywhere lol - the kids faces are priceless lol.

After that when it hits midnight, we all do our wishes/hugs. Then we seat near the christmas tree and we unwrap all our presents. Then we eat some more and go to sleep.

The next day on christmas day, we have a family lunch (we do not go full out this day as compared to Christmas Eve) and church.

PS - they call my dad the grinch because he ruined christmas apparently lol when I was 9 they did that whole Santa Claus act and my auntie forgot to put mine and my cousin presents in the backyard so we got no presents from Santa whilst everyone else did and we started crying and my dad got so mad at my auntie for hurting our feelings he yelled out 'Santa isn't even real, he didn't drop anything for anyone - your presents are at home' LOL.

The end.
 
I have been through the working on Christmas Day thing many times over the years and it doesn't bother me at all.
Someone at work once said to me that Christmas is for children. Er no, said me. After thinking about it I said, well yes, it is as I still someone's child and Christmas is for those who believe and I believe.
A tradition which I do and I am sure it drives my parents mad when I'm at their place is to play a cd of Handel's Messiah. The Hallelujah Chorus is a must sing for me. Another tradition is to not watch Carols by Candlelight in its entirety. A few minutes here and there is my limit. I loathe it. Have done since I was a child.
No idea what this year will bring apart from going to my parents at some stage during the day and doing various things with friends on Boxing Day night. Oh yes, I'm donating platelets on Boxing Day at the Blood Bank. My gift to whoever needs it.
New Year's Eve is open at this stage.
 
I loathe Christmas. It depresses me.

The only thing that me feels slightly better is going along to shopping malls or department stores where little kids are lining up to see Santa Claus, where I tell them all he's not real and their parents actually buy them the presents. Their tiny tears ease my pain.

Another favourite around this time of year is to go the supermarket and vigorously shake random bottles of soft drink. Just the thought of some family sitting down for a lovely Christmas dinner, only for their bottle of Coke to virtually explode all over the table brings me a great deal of sadistic pleasure.

Humbug.

Oh my god! Hahahahahaa. I'm scared! :nailbiting:
 
I love Christmas so I love this thread. I'll post my Christmas traditions when I get a spare second.

Anyway for those of you who hate the commercialism of Christmas you can always get books or book vouchers from brotherhoodbooks.0rg.au
All their books have been donated and the Brotherhood of St Laurence sell them online with the money going to charity. If you order 3 or more delivery is free.
 
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