The full family rarely convenes at my parents’ house for Christmas Day any more. With our own families now and out-of-town in-laws it just doesn’t happen as often as it used to. So it is heartening to see that some traditions stand the test of time.
My mother decorates the main bathroom with hundreds (perhaps thousands) of little Santa figurines that she has found over the years. It is actually a little terrifying. Like urinating in the woods at night and knowing you’re being watched by dozens of glowing animal eyes. But one item that is always present is a set of letter blocks that spell CHRISTMAS. Inevitably at some point in the merriment someone scrambles the block into this lovely anagram. Has been going on for years. Ah, tradition.