I grew up in a French Canadian family. Oldest of 3, born 1953.
My earliest memories of the period before Christmas include an Advent calendar, religious theme, given to us by our Pastor who was also probably Mom & Dad’s best friend. This was hung on the door by the kitchen stove and we took turns opening the doors as Dad held us up to reach it. Interestingly, a few years ago in a fit of nostalgia I Googled “Advent calendars” and stumbled upon the site of a
German company that made those calendars I remember so well. They are reissuing the ones they did in the '40s & ‘50s and I splurged on some for myself and grandsons and friends’ grandchildren.
Closer to Christmas we went with Dad into the woods to cut down a Christmas tree. The tree would sit outside in a bucket until the weekend before Christmas when it was brought into the house to thaw and be decorated the afternoon of either the 3rd or 4th Sunday of Advent depending on how early in the week Christmas was. Mom always said she enjoyed the anticipation of Christmas symbolized by the lit Christmas tree the week before. Always a nativity scene which, in the early years, Mom fashioned by draping blue satin between the shelves of a side table and setting up individual figurines. This was later replaced by a prefab one we were given by Fr. Sivret. It contained a music box that played “Silent Night”. My baby brother repeatedly beg for the thing to be wound up until he was old enough to do it himself.
The week before Christmas the house was filled with sweet smells as Mom baked her little heart out. Scotch cookies, caramel squares, etc. filled the cookie tins and held out promises of sweets to be enjoyed after Midnight Mass.
Christmas Eve was a day of fast and abstinence until the late 60s. Salt cod & potatoes was the evening meal.
We generally didn’t go to Midnight Mass until we were about 10 so we’d hang our stockings for “Baby Jesus” to fill and go to bed. Usually Mom went to Midnight Mass, so she could dedicate the next day to the meal prep, and Dad stayed home with us and kept the coal furnace stoked so the house was warm for the “réveillon” that followed Midnight Mass.
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