I didn't grow up with Christmas traditions so none of those were part of
my memories. The one that I'd most like to try is making gingerbread
houses. I don't know why, but they appeal to me.


A friend told me about an activity at her boyfriend's country club. The
country club provided each participant with the gingerbread "boards,"
space to work, clean-up, and all the icing, candy canes, nonpareils, and
chocolate kisses that you could want. They used granola bars for the
chimney and got compliments on how the nuts looked like bricks. Then
they used cotton candy for the smoke out of the chimney. It was really
creative and something that architecturally minded adults could enjoy.


The Christmas tradition I remember was noticing the colored lights on
other people's houses and maybe making fun of a little the kids who made
such a big deal out of their Christmas hauls and all their presents.
Not only was I not jealous, I felt a little sorry for them. They didn't
seem happy.


--Lia

Julia Altshuler wrote:
> I didn't grow up with Christmas traditions so none of those were part of
> my memories. The one that I'd most like to try is making gingerbread
> houses. I don't know why, but they appeal to me.
<snipped>
>
>
> The Christmas tradition I remember was noticing the colored lights on
> other people's houses and maybe making fun of a little the kids who made
> such a big deal out of their Christmas hauls and all their presents. Not
> only was I not jealous, I felt a little sorry for them. They didn't
> seem happy.

You bring back memories. My mother had to admonish me because I was
telling all the little Christian kids in the neighborhood that Santa
Claus was a myth and making them cry. I think I was about 6.


--
Janet Wilder
Bad spelling. Bad punctuation
Good Friends. Good Life

Janet Wilder wrote:
>
> You bring back memories. My mother had to admonish me because I was
> telling all the little Christian kids in the neighborhood that Santa
> Claus was a myth and making them cry. I think I was about 6.


Yeah, I don't think anyone I knew truly belived in Santa Claus as
anything other than a nice story. So it wasn't between believing and
not believing. But Christmas was such a big deal to them, and there was
this idea that if you didn't celebrate Christmas you must feel left out.
I just thought they were dumb. I grew up with plenty of stuff. We
just didn't get it all on one day of the year.


Now, as an adult, I find that the things I missed were the crafty
things. My parents are/were not crafty people. We celebrated
Halloween, but we didn't carve pumpkins because my parents didn't do
anything crafty like that. So I want to catch up on dyeing Easter eggs
and making gingerbread houses, things that have nothing to do with
religion and everything to do with making messes in kitchens.


--Lia

Julia Altshuler wrote:
> Janet Wilder wrote:
>>
>> You bring back memories. My mother had to admonish me because I was
>> telling all the little Christian kids in the neighborhood that Santa
>> Claus was a myth and making them cry. I think I was about 6.
>
>
> Yeah, I don't think anyone I knew truly belived in Santa Claus as
> anything other than a nice story. So it wasn't between believing and
> not believing. But Christmas was such a big deal to them, and there
> was this idea that if you didn't celebrate Christmas you must feel
> left out. I just thought they were dumb. I grew up with plenty of
> stuff. We just didn't get it all on one day of the year.
>
>
> Now, as an adult, I find that the things I missed were the crafty
> things. My parents are/were not crafty people. We celebrated
> Halloween, but we didn't carve pumpkins because my parents didn't do
> anything crafty like that. So I want to catch up on dyeing Easter
> eggs and making gingerbread houses, things that have nothing to do
> with religion and everything to do with making messes in kitchens.

Hehe that sounds good to me)

On Mon, 24 Dec 2007 11:51:35 -0600, Janet Wilder
> wrote:

>Julia Altshuler wrote:
>> I didn't grow up with Christmas traditions so none of those were part of
>> my memories. The one that I'd most like to try is making gingerbread
>> houses. I don't know why, but they appeal to me.
><snipped>
>>
>>
>> The Christmas tradition I remember was noticing the colored lights on
>> other people's houses and maybe making fun of a little the kids who made
>> such a big deal out of their Christmas hauls and all their presents. Not
>> only was I not jealous, I felt a little sorry for them. They didn't
>> seem happy.
>
>You bring back memories. My mother had to admonish me because I was
>telling all the little Christian kids in the neighborhood that Santa
>Claus was a myth and making them cry. I think I was about 6.

i think it was your tales of hanukkah jake and his kosher sled team
that really upset them.

your pal,
blake