Being a product of divorced parents I had the opportunity growing up seeing Christmas arrive in two separate parts of the country. With my Mom, Christmas in Rhode Island was lobster dinner at my God Mothers, midnight mass and opening of the first presents sometime around 1:30 am Christmas morning. I was a part of a labor Catholic union family that often saw some snow, but it really wasn’t that cold outside.
With my Dad, New Mexico Christmases were much warmer. The highlight was the old adobe church that was surrounded by Luminarias and a basement full of excellent Mexican food. It was a little slower and had the much warmer Midwestern feel.
In Minnesota, my kids usually get a lot of snow and cold. It’s high school singing and orchestra concerts, was a Holidazzle parade, now a village, and Christmas programs. As they grew they are carrying the tree in and helping trim it.
I hope for all of our Legal Examiner readers each of your Christmases are filled with you and your families own special memories. May the Holiday season be a safe and healthy one.