How's your Christmas going?
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American here. My mother divorced my dad 15 years ago and moved to the other side of the country to live by herself in a cabin in the woods. My father just passed away 2 years ago. And my sister moved to the next state over and has her own family to celebrate Christmas with.
My parents are both originally from other states, so I have no extended family within 100 miles of me. My wife is originally from a few states away and is keeping her family at arm's length, so she also has no family here.
It's just my wife and I today (and our dog). We don't have any solid plans for today. Tomorrow, my sister is inviting us over to celebrate Christmas with her family, so our niblings get two Christmases! One of them has a December birthday, so that's 3 days to receive presents this month. Lucky kid.
I always enjoyed Christmas, but as I get older, I feel more awkward about giving and receiving gifts. I always worry about buying gifts for someone if they didn't specifically ask for what I bought. I'm nervous they'll hate it and we'll have to go through the awkward song and dance of, "thanks, I love it!" while arranging to return it the next day.
I've always felt weird about receiving gifts too. My parents spoiled the hell out of me as a kid, but I was unusual in that I actually didn't like being spoiled. If I expressed interest in something, there was a good chance it might be sitting on my bed the next day when I came home from school. I learned not to tell my parents when I liked something because I didn't want them automatically buying it for me.
Christmas meant a living room half-full of presents and a whole morning of unwrapping gifts. Meanwhile, I had friends who were lucky to get A present or two. It just made me feel awful and unfair the more I thought about it.
So now as an adult, I don't care so much about following Christmas tradition. I tell people not to buy gifts for me, but if they insist, I keep an Amazon shopping list with some cheap interests on it so they know what to buy me.
I also ask people directly what they want before I buy them gifts. I don't want to guess what they want, I'd rather just be direct. If they could send me a list to pick from, all the better. But I hate trying to guess what someone will like. It's extremely stressful for me. Although like my parents, I tend to spoil my friends and family with expensive gifts if they'll allow me.
Christmas traditions:
My parents were usually up real late wrapping presents on Christmas Eve, so they didn't want to be bothered first thing in the morning. They had a rule that my sister and I were not allowed to wake them before 9 AM. We could get up and admire the Christmas tree and all the presents "Santa" left, but we do it quietly.
Santa would always move our stockings to the foot of our individual beds. They always had candy, nuts, and an orange tucked into the toe of the stocking (which was later replaced with a chocolate orange when those became a thing). They also had a bunch of small wrapped toys. My parents allowed my sister and I to open those gifts on our own. They were meant as a distraction to keep us silently entertained until 9 AM.
Once my parents were up and had made coffee for themselves, then we would sit around the Christmas tree to open presents. We had a rule that only one present could be opened at a time, which gave everyone the spotlight to enjoy a gift and have it acknowledged by the family. It also taught us patience, so we didn't just spent 5 minutes shredding gifts.
My sister and I would hand out presents. We made sure everyone had a stack of gifts to open next to them, then we'd pick someone and go clockwise around the room, opening one gift at a time.
Afterward, my family would drive us to one of our local family friends and we'd spend the evening hanging out and eating a large Christmas dinner with their family.
I am 41 years old now, and to this day, my mother still hasn't admitted that Santa isn't real. She does this silly little innocent "wink, wink" act where she mails me her gifts, with a few labeled from Santa. She claims every year that Santa still hasn't gotten my address updated, so she accidentally got my gifts from him, which she forwards to me.
She also loves to write punny hints on the tags for each present and have my sister and I guess what they are. For instance, I might get a gift that says, "He was a skater boy..." and it'll be a skateboard. Or "Be careful or you'll get mugged!" and it's a new coffee mug.
My wife grew up in a very poor household, so she was used to not having much for Christmas. Her tradition is to only receive one gift from Santa, which was usually the cheapest gift. Because Santa rewarding rich kids with expensive toys and poor kids with practically nothing was upsetting for the poor kids, so her family made sure to teach them that the most expensive gifts came from family, while Santa only gave out small practical things, like socks or a new notebook, etc.
They also had a tradition where the oldest kids would help wrap presents. They were let in on the "secret" that Santa couldn't do everything himself, so he would ask families to help out. That kept the magic of Santa alive for the older kids who had to write "Santa" on their younger siblings' gifts. It also explained why Santa always seemed to have familiar handwriting.