One of my dad's favorite Christmas traditions was a game we played called "Christmas Eve Gift." And even though our family is miles apart this year, by playing the game in family units, somehow, the tradition becomes the glue that binds us together. Here's an excerpt from "Waiting for Santa" that describes how the game is played. Wishing you the Merriest of Christmases and the Happiest of Holidays this season.
~Nancy Jill
~Nancy Jill
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From Chapter 2
Now, our family plays a game during Christmas called Christmas Eve Gift. The object is to
say, “Christmas Eve Gift” to as many family members as you can before they say
it to you. If you sat it first to someone, that person is required to buy you an
inexpensive present... a dollar or less.
The idea began in England years ago when people considered
it rude not wish someone Merry Christmas first. The penalty was to give a gift
for the rudeness. Our family always goes to great lengths to “get someone’s
Christmas Eve Gift” as we would say. We hide, lying in wait for members to
arrive for their visits in order to get the jump on them. Someone even placed
an alarm clock under my dad’s bed once with a note attached just to get a gift
from him later, but the family voted the action unfair.
After getting each other’s names, everyone piles into cars
and heads out to shop for gag gifts, which helps to relieve the children’s
suspense waiting for Santa. The presents are normally exchanged after supper on
Christmas Eve, and we enjoy the uproar caused by the funny gift selections.
Even though Kenny’s condition was serious, our family agreed playing the game
would be a good diversion.
We all bid goodnight, and I went into the kitchen to set out
breakfast for the next morning. I set a package of cinnamon rolls I’d purchased
earlier on the counter, and prepared coffee to start on a timer. After cutting
up fruit, placing it on a pretty platter, I assembled a breakfast casserole and
placed both in the refrigerator. This would make tomorrow morning run more
smoothly. I turned off all the lights except for the tree. Those I left on for
the whole season. After turning off the fire and closing the screen, it was
time to get ready for bed. Teddy was so tired I had to carry him into the
bedroom and lay him at the foot of the bed.
The rain began falling softly at first but became heavier as
the night wore on. Small claps of thunder woke Teddy several times. Shaking, he
cuddled next to me. Cuddle next to me… my thoughts turned to Prentice and the
wonderful time we shared today.
Where had the night gone? I thought I just closed my eyes
when two pairs of feet scurried into the room and I heard shouts.
“Christmas Eve Gift, Aunt Jillian! Christmas Eve Gift.”
“You got me!” I
laughed.
Sydney and Kevin were thrilled at catching me first. Now
they had at least one gift apiece coming tonight. Not wanting to be out
shopping on Christmas Eve, the task had been finished well in advance picking
up cute gifts at The Dollar Tree and Target. The children ran out, heading
straight for the kitchen after I had mentioned cinnamon rolls would be
available for breakfast. Better get up and get dressed. Christmas Eve was about
to begin.
Kaitlin poked her head in, holding Preston in his puppy
pajamas.
“Christmas Eve gift,” she called.
I laughed and told her I’d be ready in a few minutes.
“Mom and Dad are still asleep,” she said. “You might get
theirs if you’re sneaky enough. I’ll see you in the kitchen.”
Kaitlin—such an impressive young woman. To have three
children so well behaved after observing many about town who weren’t was refreshing. Kaitlin may have
looked like a pixie, but she was a formidable mother!
I needed coffee. The more important task, though, happened
to be dressing for the day. Luckily, the outfit was hanging in the front of my
closet, prepped and ready. A Christmas penguin sweatshirt and black skinny
jeans. Preparation. It would be the ticket to serving and entertaining so many
loved ones in my lonely little home. After making the bed (as always) and
scooping Teddy into my arms, we headed for the kitchen to begin baking pies.
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