1. Work. We rock the work around the Christmas holidays so that our colleagues who celebrate can do that. It is what we do. (I have previously called it a mitzvah, meaning kind act, but the interwebs tells me that is a misuse of the word. Bah humbug.)
2. One of my favorite holiday traditions is to go to the movies. I see whatever is showing that Mr. E refuses to see. I get my fill of rom coms and chick flicks.
3. I start planning next year's knitting, spinning, and weaving. It usually ends with vowing to never buy yarn again. (You know how those New Year's resolutions peter out at day 10? Yep.)
4. I bake cookies for the nurses and techs on Mr. E's surgical service. The goal each year is more and more sumptuous. This year, my most beloved nurse friend is fighting a breast cancer recurrence. Our other friend has switched services. The tradition will continue, but I have sadness in my heart.
5. Since Christmas is not our holiday, we plan for New Year's. That is a very special holiday for us. We spent our first NYE in Paris, which was quite the deal for this country bumpkin from New England. First time in Europe, first time meeting what would become the future in-laws, lots of wonder. We celebrate with clementines and pate' and champagne, just like then. (Okay, so Formaggio Kitchen has contaminated our celebration with cheese and charcuterie and chocolate and whatever. It still counts.)
6. I look around the house and think, "What a dump." And vow to change that. I am not sure I am even keeping up with the creep of entropy. Perhaps the trying is all that matters.
7. I find whatever channel has It's A Wonderful Life at whatever time, and watch it. And cry at the end every single year. Bleak? Yes. Redemptive? Yes. And it really IS a wonderful life.
That is all I have for you. The rest of it creeps too much into New Year stuff. That will be another post in a week or two, eh?