We spent this past Christmas with my in-laws in Indiana. It was such a relaxing time–we temporarily got to push the pause button on this whole ‘being adults’ thing and simply chill out. Be fed. Be taken care of. I love passing the adult baton when staying with parents. It’s so nice.
The manger scene had, as usual, been invaded.
If there weren’t little plastic army guys around, it just wouldn’t feel right. It’s tradition!
At least the Hulk didn’t make the cut this year. He was a little . . . distracting.
The other staple in my in-laws’ household is this Christmas tree. They swear it’s the last year for it–the tree is at least half a century old, and is held upright by a string attached to the corner cabinet.
And every year, it’s covered in ornaments. Plastered. Coated. This is necessary in order to cover the old and bare branches.
Another holiday tradition is this fruit salad.
It’s been in the family for years, and it’s always the guys’ responsibility to make it. Or so I gather. Or choose to gather.
A potential Christmas tradition in the making–playing games. My parents gave me both Dominion and Blokus for Christmas, and the fun-loving violence they generate is a holiday must. Have I mentioned that I’m competitive?
Oh, there’s my stick of Burt’s Bees! If you see some Burt’s hanging around, you can bet your bonnet I’m somewhere closeby.
However, my absolute favorite Christmas tradition is eating angel food cake for breakfast on Christmas morning. I make it Christmas Eve, and leave it to cool overnight, hanging upside down over a beer bottle.
It all started when we were young things. To get us little tykes to focus on Jesus’s birth instead of just the enticing pile of presents, my parents would make a birthday cake for Jesus, and we would sing him “happy birthday.”
In the words of my Mom, “Having a candle and singing Happy Birthday is something young children can relate to, and helps keep the ‘real meaning of Christmas’–Jesus’ birthday–in the picture for them even if they don’t get all the theology.”
The angel food cake is white to represent how God created us in his image, perfect beings in a beautiful garden.
Dad would read from Genesis:
God saw all that he had made and it was very good. (Gen 1:31)
Then we smeared the cake with raspberry jam.
This represents sin entering the world and tarring humanity, so we would read about Adam and Eve’s disobedience in Genesis chapter 3. There’s probably a deep metaphor underlying it all about sin tasting delicious, but let’s leave that for future ponderings.
Finally, we top the whole thing off with generous poofs of freshly whipped cream. We put the metal bowl and mixer attachments in the freezer for maybe 20 minutes prior to the whipping process–I’m told it helps the cream poof better.
Slather on that cream! We have to cover every bit of that raspberry jam! This repesents Jesus coming to earth and making us righteous and pure through his perfect life and death.
We read from Isaiah:
“Come now, let us reason together,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” (Is 1:18)
And then we serve it up!
Over the years we have stopped singing happy birthday, but we continue to make the cake and read the Scriptures. If you’re interested, my diligent mother typed up a Word document with the complete passages we’ve read throughout the years. Thanks Mom! Now I don’t have to scratch my head every year and ask myself “Now what is it exactly we read?”
I leave you with a picture of my husband with his brother and dad. I just love Christmas, and I just love these guys!
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what a wonderful tradition. I love it when the preparation and eating of food can be so symbolic
What a lovely tradition. May I borrow it for our next Christmas, please. My children are older but I would love an opportunity to share [and, I admit, eat cake for breakfast :)] Okay. I am kidding about the cake thing. Sort of. But it is a great tradition I would love to adopt.
The Army men in the nativity screen made me happy I wasn't sipping coffee while scrolling through. WOW! That is great. Although the Hulk may have put me off my chair with laughter.
The guys look great. Nice family Jenna.
Feel free to borrow our tradition! It is indeed a great excuse to eat a delicious cake for breakfast--and meaningful to boot. =)
PS - my parents HAD that tree. SAME tinsel and everything. I looked at it and thought "Did Jenna's in-laws invade our donation pile after the folks sold the house. Dang. That looks so familiar."
Hah! That's so funny. Maybe the two trees were doppelgangers (sp?) . . . *creepy music starting*
Now that looks like a good time. Not to mention cake for b'fast is right up my alley!
Oh, that is the coolest thing ever! I love their creativity in putting the focus on Jesus. Very very cool. I actually don't celebrate Jesus' birthday on Christmas (yes, I promise I'm a Christian--lol!) but I do remember him and his sacrifice every Sunday (and every day, really), which is what he's asked us to do. I don't see anything wrong with celebrating his birth, though, but we choose not to simply b/c he wasn't even born that day and the day itself came about b/c of old pagan rituals that were done then and Christianized by turning the celebration of the return of the son god to celebrating the son of God.. We do celebrate Christmas as a secular holiday, just to join in the holiday cheer--a time to gather with friends and family and exchange gifts. Strange Christians, no? LOL, I guess you didn't need to know all that but now you know a little more about me and my hubs.
Veronica, thanks for the email you sent me with that article! There are some great points--and you're totally right: we don't actually know when Jesus's birth was, and I've also heard about the date being chosen because it overlapped with a pagan holiday. Interesting stuff. Plus, secular representations are way off in terms of accuracy. That's why I love our Christmas cake tradition--it brings us back to the heart of the gospel--the focus isn't just on a baby being born, but on why he had to come, the promises he fulfilled, and what he did for us on the cross.
Love ya, sister--I'm encouraged by you!! =) I love getting to know you better through this whole blogging thing.
Oh wow, it took me almost a WHOLE YEAR to find this comment! All this time, I was pretty sure you never got the comment or email. LOL! Glad you linked to the cake so I could find it again. :) So I guess you do know now why our Christmas cards say nothing about Christ's birth. I really don't get up in arms with people who recognize Christmas as the day of his birth, because I can appreciate how this tradition can bring him back into focus for people--for some, it is the only time He comes on their radar so I kinda think it can be a helpful thing. Or I hope so, anyway, and BTW, still loving your cake and how you use it to represent what Christ did for us--it's a very wonderful tradition. <3
What a cool tradition! I love it!
i would pay money to have that cake for breakfast... Love the little army man! We have those sorts of toys and action figures in our snow village each year!
Jenna, did you really just hop on over to read my blog?! I lovelove your blog! You make me laugh--regularly. I love your sense of humor, about life in general. And your recipes.
And, I SO enjoyed the way you recounted your trip to PW's ranch. Oh. My. Gosh.
Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for inspiring me to declutter. It's a great exercise, and I may just have to consider doing this several times a year as well.
On another note, love this post! I love that you read from Isaiah (one of my most favorite verses!).
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Hey Melissa! Yes, I really enjoyed your post about purging--the link between physical and emotional clutter really rang true with me. And you're right--that verse from Isaiah is such a gem. My heart leaps with joy whenever I read it. =)
A great tradition consists of deep meaning (check!) and deliciousness (double check!). Congrats on a great tradition!!! I'll have to come up with a different qualification for the army men, but that is a tradition beyond outstanding.
Adam's brother's hair is making me want to "encourage" Eric to grow his out again... That's the kind of hair that makes teenage girls (coughandtheirtwenty-somethingcounterpartscough) swoon.
I'm pretty sure the first pic of Mark and the boys is the best I've ever seen! Thanks for sharing!
oops - I meant the first of the last two...