Growing up, since middle school I had been in the choir, along with my sister and father. We’d sing at the early evening Christmas Eve Mass, Midnight Mass, and Christmas Day morning Mass. Our pipes would be pretty strained. But we managed to fit in the spiked cocoa after Midnight Mass, morning formal breakfast, stockings, and presents…can’t remember in what order…but we certainly didn’t run out of time. It was also a very valuable RELIGIOUS celebration of the holiday.
The day after Christmas is Boxing Day in England, and my English parents kept that tradition alive, and we’d throw a tea party and have all our English friends over…so we didn’t get bored at the end of Christmas Day, we were getting ready for the next day’s party. Lots of English food and treats, tea, drinkipoos, and fun.
Since 1994, when we’ve all lived farflung, I’ve traveled to MN to spend Christmas at my brother’s house, since it’s much calmer than my sister’s–her kids are too high strung and Christmas is overdone there, they get upset and stressed. Ick. Brother’s wife is a church music director at an Episcopal church so I have to go to the evening kiddie services and midnight services, can’t receive Holy Communion, and have to be subjected to a priestess. But the people are nice and we usually socialize in between. It’s painful to bear this divided Christianity on such an important holy day, though. A few times I’ve been able to swing going to Midnight Mass at St. Paul’s Cathedral, which is FABULOUS. I never get to go to a really beautiful cathedral like that, so it’s a special treat. When Dad used to be able to travel, he’d be in MN too, so we’d go to the Episcopalian Christmas Eve services and then Christmas Day Mass at 10AM. The Episcopalians didn’t do Christmas Day services at all, so SIL was off the hook for church music director duties.
This year, I’m too wiped out from cancer treatment to travel to MN and IA, so I am staying home in KY and it will be the first time I’ll go to my own parish church for Christmas! I am going to the 5 pm Mass on Christmas Eve, because I won’t be able to stay up late, and Christmas Day Mass is in another town far away…we’re a mission parish and our priest is a circuit rider among two parishes.
Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow.
I’ll be home for Christmas…if only in my dreams!