Twas the night before Christmas. It seems that all families have their own traditions of what to do on Christmas eve. Some traditions change every few years.
One thing that has not changed for me is reading the classic story/poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas”. I always enjoyed that story and I like reading it to my little girl now every year.
We used to get together with my parents and grandparents on this night and eat a dish made by my Grandma. Since her passing we get together sometimes but usually we get together on Christmas day instead.
After an early Christmas Church service, we decided to start a new tradition of eating out and this year we tried St. Hubert. This restaurant may not scream Christmas but they did have a holiday feast with chicken, tourtiere, sparkling wine and fudge. It was delicious!
We live in Quebec where a french tradition is the reveillon which is a midnight mass service, followed by a feast and opening of all the gifts. As an English speaking Quebecker, the only part of that I inherited was the tourtiere (meat pie) and the opening of one gift the night before.
Different strokes for different folks…Merry Christmas everyone!