Every Christmas we have a tradition. On Christmas Eve we watch (very old) Christmas shows. Like Frosty the Snowman (1969). This tradition is handed down from generation to generation. From my wife’s grandmother, to my wife, to our daughter. I am just living it through them.
It gives a sense of normality in these hectic Christmas days, something that stays the same as the world around us seems to speed up, as we track Santa, drink some chocolate milk, and huddle together on the couch.