By Matteo Valencia ‘19
The official definition of Christmas is the celebration of Jesus Christ birth on Dec. 25.
Christmas to me means something different than the definition just given. Since my parents are separated, I technically have two Christmases. The way it works is I spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with my dad, then Christmas afternoon until night with my mom. It doesn’t end there, though.
Every year for the past nine years, my mom hosts the family Christmas party at her house, so when I get back to Mom’s house, I have maybe an hour to open presents and relax. After that, I help clean and do whatever needs to be done around the house before the party. Once the party starts, though, all the running around and stress becomes worth when I hear the doorbell ring.
Last year we catered Italian beef sandwiches and cooked rice with beans along with potato salad. We have music that ranges from old school to modern Latin songs. The television has the football game on.
Everyone at the party is always included in conversation no matter who or what it’s about. My family is very open and talks about what’s going in their lives, good or bad. My mom and uncles love telling stories from when they were younger. That’s always something interesting to hear. These are my family traditions – party, listen, watch, talk and laugh.
This is what makes Christmas worth the wait to me. Every year I get closer with both of my families, which is amazing. Even though my parents are separated, I still love this holiday. I spend Christmas with the people I love and that’s all that matters.