December has always been my favorite month of the year. I don't understand how some people can get depressed in December. Everything is so festive! The entire city is beautifully decorated. Everything is on sale, people seem jollier, and you can hear carols everywhere. Not to mention that kids get to see Santa(s) on each mall they would go.
For me, Xmas is such a joyful time. That’s the only time of the year when our family gets reunited. It has always been this way. Each year we all gather for a full week at one of us and spend the holidays together. Last year we stayed at my sister’s house in Edmonton.
She had just moved to a new house. We all thought that her husband’s business of blacktop paving Edmonton was doing great, and that was the reason they had moved to a bigger house. During the Xmas eve party, she revealed that they were expecting another child, somewhere in May. My mother started to cry when she heard the news.
This year, it is my turn to host everyone. Luckily I finished renovating the basement this summer, and some of guests could sleep there too. Not that there will be too much sleep going on. Anyway, none of us really cares about if we sleep on a bed, a mattress, or the floor. There were times when we all squeezed in a two bedroom apartment.
Usually on the 23rd, we prepare our traditional Xmas dishes, have chat and some drinks. On the 24th, everyone is anxious to have the party started. Not to mention the children are excited about the pile of gifts stacked under the Christmas tree.
Now they are older and they kind of figured out that Santa’s not real. By now they learnt that even if they are naughty, they would still receive presents. That's the beauty of having a large family and spending the holidays together. Each aunty, uncle, grandparent would have a gift prepared for the children.
On the Xmas evening we would sing some carols my grandma used to sing with us when we were kids. Later on, around midnight, we regularly choose a volunteer to read the labels on gifts and distribute them. When we are done opening the presents, there's a recycling bin filled wrapping paper, empty boxes, other things used for packaging. That’s when my husband mumbles something about wasting the world’s resources on nonsense.