“Every December, I make a new cookie recipe each day for our family to try. I pass around the extras to our neighbors and my co-workers, so the wealth is shared.” — Stephanie Pak, Cocoa, Fla. |
“I review my clothes closet, diningware, serveware for things that I am ready to part with. There’s a calm with owning less, plus a new resolve to not add more things.” — Esther Emma Audrey, Torrance, Calif. |
“Holiday blues used to afflict me, and the sappy holiday background music helped bring me down. Now, instead of dreading the songs, I make a sport of mentally noting my Top 5 least favorites.” — Robert Brandt, Nashville, Tenn. |
“Our holiday ritual involves stretching buรฑuelos over cheesecloth on our bent knee. We use a secret family recipe that my older sister has yet to share. Everyone is involved in an assembly line according to expertise, mixing, forming testales, rolling out perfectly round tortillas, stretching, then frying to a golden color!” — Elma Cadena, San Antonio, Texas |
“My family and I burn a yule log on the winter solstice. We find a weirdly shaped or very large hunk of wood, decorate it with twigs, berries, foliage and other items as we see fit, then we fasten a note or make a marking on the log indicating some intention we have for the coming year.” — Candace Abraham, Newport, Wash. |
“I carry around one $100 bill to tip someone randomly. I go about my business and when I find that person who needs a pick-me-up, I plant the big bill as I normally would: in the hand of the hair dresser, jar at coffee shop, billfold for server. And don’t stick around for the reaction. Let them enjoy their surprise privately!” — Jackie Shapiro Brooker, Greenville, S.C. |
“My husband’s family’s 20-plus-year tradition of a Christmas Eve dinner we call ‘mishy mashy.’ There is one rule: Every person must bring or make one food item that they want to eat. Anything is game, and no judgment allowed. Soft pretzels? Yum! Oyster soup? OK! Cheese shaped like reindeer that you just bought? Looks good!” — Jen Bowerman, Traverse City, Mich. |
“When I was in my early 20s, we lost my 22-year-old brother to cancer just before Christmas. As a means of coping, my mom and I took a class where we constructed a gingerbread house completely from scratch. Over 40 years later, I continue to make one every Christmas season with my daughters.” — Beth Q. Reynolds, Hopkinton, Mass. |
“I grew up in a postwar building in New York City. We had no fireplace, so my mother hung our stockings on our doorknobs. I raised my daughters in a farmhouse in Connecticut. Despite having a large stone fireplace, I have always hung their stockings on their doorknobs.” — Evan Pepper, Wilton, Conn. |
“We dedicate one night of Hanukkah to a visit to Waffle House. We tend to be loud, and it’s OK to be loud there!” — Sarah Fishburn, Fort Collins, Colo. |
“I have a couple of traditions I like to intentionally save until after the holiday season: One is going ice skating, and the other is making homemade marshmallows. The winter months can feel long, and having rituals like these helps me keep the post-holiday blues at bay.” — Kathryn Braisted, Brooklyn |
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