Christmas for us has always been a big family event. Usually back in the UK Christmas would start on Christmas eve with ice skating, buffet lunch at Pizza Hut, church, driving around looking at the Christmas lights, nibble food for dinner and one present for each child. My mum often stayed the night with us.
Christmas day like most households would start with the pitter patter of dangerously excited feet at around 5am. We would lay for as long as possible trying to ignore excited voices emptying stockings and comparing what they received. At some point we'd be forced to come have a look at their new treasures. We would always wait until 7am though to go downstairs. Once down though the kids would play with the presents Santa left on the couch for them while we groggily prepared bagels or muffins or croissants for breakfast along with endless cups of tea for my mum and we would stick the pre-prepared turkey in the oven.
The morning would pass with excited children running around, us cooking and trying to organize space, my mum making an effort to keep the kids out of our way. The kids were excited for their toys, but equally excited for family to arrive.
Sometime around 1130am family would arrive. My husbands parents, at least one of his siblings, usually two and sometimes a cousin. We would lunch and laugh, wear silly hats and tell jokes from our Christmas crackers and eventually when no-one could eat another bight, we would return to the living room for a short rest and coffee before starting the giving of gifts. This often seemed to take most of the afternoon between chatting, playing games, topping up drinks and helping ourselves to desserts. Finally sometime around 8-9pm people would start to make their way home. But this was not the end...
Boxing day (Dec 26th) we had options, sometimes we went to my husbands sisters home, and sometimes to one of my aunts homes where everyone from my family would congragate for lunch and drinks and the older generations tradition of giving calendars to one another.
If we didn't go to G's sisters home on the 26th, we would go on the 27th and stay the night. His parents and other siblings would also go as she had a home big enough for all of us and they have kids the same ages as ours, so there were always cousins for the kids to play with. For the kids this was one of the best parts of Christmas. More gifts would then be given, more drinks drunk, more chatting, laughing and general merriment. So was our Christmas every year for several years anyhow. At least 4 days of solid Christmas...
We always knew this year would be different and so we invited my brother who lives in Canada to spend the holiday with us, we also had planned for my mum to come... but as I said in another post, she died unexpectedly in the summer.
We were excited by the idea of having snow, playing in it and just being able to see it at Christmas. We went about arranging fun activities for around Christmas and bought a few extra presents knowing there would be less and hoping it might distract the kids from the lack of cousins and aunts and uncles: Christmas eve my brother was with us, we did manage to go skating, had a Panera bread lunch, went to church and drove round to see lights, we had a nibble dinner and kids opened one gift... so all in all it was fairly normal...
Christmas day also started as usual with excited children opening stockings at a ridiculously early hour and coming down at 7am for Santa's gifts and breakfast, but after that it all felt very different. No urgency with the meal or to keep the place tidy. No excitement for family arriving.
Lunch was good, we wore silly hats, read jokes from crackers and ate too much but it was not the same, it was quiet! Presents were opened quickly and the kids had fun playing with their toys, but at some stage each of the girls said they missed their family and it didn't feel like Christmas.
Boxing day we made a big meal, played games, drank... but it was quiet. No getting dressed nice to see family, no-one new to chat to, no cousins for the kids. On the 27th we went shopping of all things and went to a medieval dinner in the evening, that was fun but not Christmassy at all. On the 28th my brother flew home.
Our usual 4-5 days of full on family Christmas was reduced to little more than a day. Im sulking a lot... we are all sulking a lot! If we ever missed our family, this was the moment we knew just how much. Giving the kids extra presents made no difference.... because Christmas is about family and not gifts and if they didn't know that before, they know it now!
It was hard, it was quiet, it was NOT Christmas for any of us and to add insult to injury.... the weather warmed up the day before Christmas and by the end of Christmas day there was really no snow left!! well I guess that part felt like England!!!
In America boxing day is not a holiday, they do not know what it is and many people were back to work or shopping on the 26th! However Christmas eve IS a holiday and it seems a lot of people open their gifts Christmas even and not Christmas day.
They also don't eat mince pies!! While we did find some in World Foods, they were not in every shop and people thought it a strange novelty to be offered them.
They don't generally have Christmas crackers either!! We did eventually find some but they had cheap nasty gifts in them. We still bought them and enjoyed them but we prefer and actually useable token gift.
Christmas pudding is also not done! Some people might rejoice in this, but I actually like it and think I'll have to order in advance next year to get one.
Next year we may go on holiday as if its going to be different, it may as well be really different rather than lonely...or we may try to go back to the UK even if it means almost no presents for the kids... I think they would be happy with that trade!
I think if you have friends or family here to spend it with, Christmas could be great, but if you move here after usually having a big family Christmas and dont have anyone else to spend it with, it will be quiet and a little lonely. Of course for some people this could be heaven.
Christmas day like most households would start with the pitter patter of dangerously excited feet at around 5am. We would lay for as long as possible trying to ignore excited voices emptying stockings and comparing what they received. At some point we'd be forced to come have a look at their new treasures. We would always wait until 7am though to go downstairs. Once down though the kids would play with the presents Santa left on the couch for them while we groggily prepared bagels or muffins or croissants for breakfast along with endless cups of tea for my mum and we would stick the pre-prepared turkey in the oven.
The morning would pass with excited children running around, us cooking and trying to organize space, my mum making an effort to keep the kids out of our way. The kids were excited for their toys, but equally excited for family to arrive.
Sometime around 1130am family would arrive. My husbands parents, at least one of his siblings, usually two and sometimes a cousin. We would lunch and laugh, wear silly hats and tell jokes from our Christmas crackers and eventually when no-one could eat another bight, we would return to the living room for a short rest and coffee before starting the giving of gifts. This often seemed to take most of the afternoon between chatting, playing games, topping up drinks and helping ourselves to desserts. Finally sometime around 8-9pm people would start to make their way home. But this was not the end...
Boxing day (Dec 26th) we had options, sometimes we went to my husbands sisters home, and sometimes to one of my aunts homes where everyone from my family would congragate for lunch and drinks and the older generations tradition of giving calendars to one another.
If we didn't go to G's sisters home on the 26th, we would go on the 27th and stay the night. His parents and other siblings would also go as she had a home big enough for all of us and they have kids the same ages as ours, so there were always cousins for the kids to play with. For the kids this was one of the best parts of Christmas. More gifts would then be given, more drinks drunk, more chatting, laughing and general merriment. So was our Christmas every year for several years anyhow. At least 4 days of solid Christmas...
We always knew this year would be different and so we invited my brother who lives in Canada to spend the holiday with us, we also had planned for my mum to come... but as I said in another post, she died unexpectedly in the summer.
We were excited by the idea of having snow, playing in it and just being able to see it at Christmas. We went about arranging fun activities for around Christmas and bought a few extra presents knowing there would be less and hoping it might distract the kids from the lack of cousins and aunts and uncles: Christmas eve my brother was with us, we did manage to go skating, had a Panera bread lunch, went to church and drove round to see lights, we had a nibble dinner and kids opened one gift... so all in all it was fairly normal...
Christmas day also started as usual with excited children opening stockings at a ridiculously early hour and coming down at 7am for Santa's gifts and breakfast, but after that it all felt very different. No urgency with the meal or to keep the place tidy. No excitement for family arriving.
Lunch was good, we wore silly hats, read jokes from crackers and ate too much but it was not the same, it was quiet! Presents were opened quickly and the kids had fun playing with their toys, but at some stage each of the girls said they missed their family and it didn't feel like Christmas.
Boxing day we made a big meal, played games, drank... but it was quiet. No getting dressed nice to see family, no-one new to chat to, no cousins for the kids. On the 27th we went shopping of all things and went to a medieval dinner in the evening, that was fun but not Christmassy at all. On the 28th my brother flew home.
Our usual 4-5 days of full on family Christmas was reduced to little more than a day. Im sulking a lot... we are all sulking a lot! If we ever missed our family, this was the moment we knew just how much. Giving the kids extra presents made no difference.... because Christmas is about family and not gifts and if they didn't know that before, they know it now!
It was hard, it was quiet, it was NOT Christmas for any of us and to add insult to injury.... the weather warmed up the day before Christmas and by the end of Christmas day there was really no snow left!! well I guess that part felt like England!!!
In America boxing day is not a holiday, they do not know what it is and many people were back to work or shopping on the 26th! However Christmas eve IS a holiday and it seems a lot of people open their gifts Christmas even and not Christmas day.
They also don't eat mince pies!! While we did find some in World Foods, they were not in every shop and people thought it a strange novelty to be offered them.
They don't generally have Christmas crackers either!! We did eventually find some but they had cheap nasty gifts in them. We still bought them and enjoyed them but we prefer and actually useable token gift.
Christmas pudding is also not done! Some people might rejoice in this, but I actually like it and think I'll have to order in advance next year to get one.
Next year we may go on holiday as if its going to be different, it may as well be really different rather than lonely...or we may try to go back to the UK even if it means almost no presents for the kids... I think they would be happy with that trade!
I think if you have friends or family here to spend it with, Christmas could be great, but if you move here after usually having a big family Christmas and dont have anyone else to spend it with, it will be quiet and a little lonely. Of course for some people this could be heaven.