I'm writing to you guys via the backstock at my work, so shout-out to my manager for being cool with me writing this and taking an hour off. Thank youuuuuuuuuuuu - anyway today we are talking about Christmas memories.
And I can't help but play One Direction's "Midnight Memories" in my head but change the words to "Christmas Memories" - and now I'm thinking of Zayn Malik - and now I'm thinking of Zayn Malik under the mistletoe - and now I'm super distracted...
ANYWAY. Every year of my Norman Rockwell-esque childhood/young adulthood, I've had a pretty Norman Rockwell-esque christmas, other than the fact that almost every christmas was about 85 degrees, (um HELLO, Mele Kalikimaka!)
Every Christmas in the Hughes house-hold was filled with Santa's half-bitten cookies, hugs all around, and horrible pictures of us with no makeup on and holding our gifts to the camera like Rafiki holds Simba in the opening scene of The Lion King - all to the smooth song-stylings of Harry Connick Jr's many christmas albums (Does he sing any other music?)
And while each different yearly celebration filled my heart with joy and rotted my teeth with sugar, there was one year that stands out among the rest, and that year, my friends, is referred to infamously as "Teddy Bear Christmas."
Now, I know what you're thinking, "what the f-word is 'Teddy Bear Christmas?'" And to that, I shake my head chuckling at your ignorance, while simultaneously weeping for the experience you never had.
I'm gonna say it was the christmas of all Christmas's. I was about 6 or 7 and I believe it was our first christmas on Oahu. At the time I was OBSESSED with Boyds Bears - you know, those old-timey dressed bears that they sell at Halmark and on QVC?
Well my mother knew this, and knew how much I wanted a collection of these Depression-era looking teddy's to match my childhood favorite I named "Strawberry" (I know, it makes complete sense to name a white teddy bear in light pink velour overalls, "strawberry").
So as per usual Hughes family tradition, my sisters and I woke up at the crack of dawn (literally 5 AM) and ran into the living room for the presents that awaited us like four tiny whirling dervishes.
When we busted open the door, there was a sea of presents surrounding the typical Evergreen accessorized in our handmade popsicle ornaments that were "charming" at best - but next was the best surprise I could've ever asked for.
My amazing mom created a mini tree out of Teddy bears ALL FOR ME. I wish I had a photo of it to show you but you can use your imagination.
I swear, my mother hits the christmas-present-nail on the head EVER YEAR, and her sensitive, thoughtful and sweet denial of the notion that Santa isn't real attitude makes christmas what it is to the Hughes household - I mean hell, she still signs presents to us from Santa and even from our cat Netflix (when we all know that only thing that cat wants from me is for me to experience a slow painful death).
Other traditions include our annual christmas breakfast feast which consists of an egg and sausage casserole and coffee cake with lots of coffee and mimosas!
Then there is the infamous "Mulling Spice Dance" my dad does every year when he makes mulling spice and then runs around the living room dancing with the pot and putting it in all of our faces to smell it's delicious aroma.
But no matter what, one of my favorite traditions has to be the no-makeup/no-bra hugs my sisters and I share EVERY christmas after exchanging gifts with each other. If you know my sisters (and my dad too for that matter) they are just as creative and thoughtful as my mother when it comes to presents, and they set the bar RIDICULOUSLY high.
I could go on and on about our traditions and I'll probably tell you some more throughout these 12-days of christmas but there is one thing I want to briefly touch on.
This is my first christmas away from home, and of course I'm gonna be a bit heart-broken that I wont have a sister to no-bra hug or mulling spice to inhale. HOWEVER, as cornball/Love Actually as this sounds, I know that my family loves me so much, and presents and hugs in person are arbitrary when you think about how lucky I am to have sisters and family a phone-call away.
Plus this year I'm going to celebrate it with my NY sister Misha! And I'm gonna attempt to make the christmas breakfast myself, so wish me luck on that!
Have a great christmas
and please keep it sassy,
Sasssquatch aka Caelan