Our lives are a multitude of stories. Some are sad tales, some are filled with stomach wrenching laughter, and some are family legends that grow more epic each time they’re told. Join me this week as we curl up in our favorite spot in our virtual living room. The tree casting a twinkling glow. Hot chocolate, eggnog, and cookies sit in our laps. Our friends & family sit with us as we laugh, rejoice, & begin to share our tales of Christmas.
Christmas time is about the only time my side of the family tries to get all of us together, even though most of them all live in the same town. One of my primos is in the navy so he lives near San Diego, and his brother lives in Austin with me even though i haven’t seen him or his family yet, but such is the split of our families. I think we all try to get together mostly for the sake of my Grandparents, which reason enough. Like all families we have our random Christmas rituals, I usually sit around while the guys in the family talk sports, weather, and politics. I am not really in to sports, I can only talk weather for five minutes and they don’t want to hear my views on politics, I subscribe to the anti-political Jesus for President view. You get the picture. All this time my 31 year old sister is snooping beneath the lit up rubber tree plant that we use as a Christmas tree (that is really my favorite part).
The real fun begins when dinner starts, the family has grown to 16 now and the table which only seats six normally squeeze in 10. I just turned 29, I am 6’3″ and weigh around 250 lbs. I am not a small guy. But, Since I can remember I have sat at the kids “table” which is really TV trays sitting on my lap, eating my Aunts latest concoction, of brined-injected-deep-fried-cajun turkey off of “Chinette” plates. At least I have a wife to sit with now.
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The stories start flowing all the same stories that have been told over the years, but there is one story that I love the most, it a little unbelievable. My Grandfather has a habit of stopping at Dairy Queens where ever he travels, he has probably stopped there since they opened in the 40′s. During one of my Dad’s family vacations to the Texas coast for summer fishing they would always stop at a DQ for a ice cream cones, everything was normal on this trip, weather was over a 100 a perfect day for an ice cream cone, only my dad found some thing peculiar about his ice cream. He said, “it had a yellow tinge, like lard. I sat and looked at for a while but it never melted, it just held its shape. So I threw it out the window.” This is about the time that my mom starts groaning, my grandmother puts her head down, and Elora and I start giggling, mostly because we initiated this story. My Dad continues, “the strange thing about that ice cream cone wasn’t that it didn’t melt, but a week later when we were driving back, the ice cream cone was still on the side of the road…and the ice cream still hadn’t melted.”
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But this isn’t ever the end of the conversation, because inevitably, after he finishes he says “but if you don’t believe me, ask my mom. She never lies.”
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And then my grandma, giggling, just shakes her head and quietly says, “it’s true.”
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I don’t know how much of that story is true, but my dad is a pastor, and my grandmother would die before lying, so I tend to believe them. Either way it is the one family story I will keep and pass down to our children, whenever they show up. Our Christmas night usually ends with us reading through Luke chapter 7 and the carol singing by the women (excluding Elora). Which is fun because it’s mostly off key and no one remembers the words. We are lucky if we make it through the first verse and chorus. With Christmas just days away i look forward to this dinner with my family, because I know there aren’t many left with all of us, and I will lead my dad into his DQ story one more time.
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In his own words Russ is husband to
Elora, Jesus follower, Private Chef, social activist, church planter, guitar-playing, self imposed hippie who just wants to change the world. You can check out his
blog and find him on
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On Friday, Dec. 24th, we will have a link up for all of us to share our Christmas stories, and I’ll have a giveaway.
Christmas time is about the only time my side of the family tries to get all of us together, even though most of them all live in the same town. One of my primos is in the navy so he lives near San Diego, and his brother lives in Austin with me even though i haven’t seen him or his family yet, but such is the split of our families. I think we all try to get together mostly for the sake of my Grandparents, which reason enough. Like all families we have our random Christmas rituals, I usually sit around while the guys in the family talk sports, weather, and politics. I am not really in to sports, I can only talk weather for five minutes and they don’t want to hear my views on politics, I subscribe to the anti-political Jesus for President view. You get the picture. All this time my 31 year old sister is snooping beneath the lit up rubber tree plant that we use as a Christmas tree (that is really my favorite part).
In his own words Russ is husband to Elora, Jesus follower, Private Chef, social activist, church planter, guitar-playing, self imposed hippie who just wants to change the world. You can check out his blog and find him on Twitter.
