Traditional isn't the first word that comes to mind when you describe being home for the holidays with my family.
For starters, we celebrated Christmas on the 27th this year. No topic was off-limits and no comment was unspeakable. Manners, well, those were optional. Insults were abundant; therefore, so were eye rolls and gasps. Announcements and stories were elaborate and repetitive, filled with someone's version of 'facts.' Walla Walla Kid (our resident cowboy club sharpshooter) and his sidekicks called from Fortson to trigger the traditional 'First Bat' game, which Uncle Billy Bob lost.
This, however, is the true definition of our tradition. We aren't a cookie cutter family. We break the mold. We eat, drink and be merry. Some people's bellies jiggle like bowls full of jelly at every story, joke and funny face.
Really, how are we so different from every other family celebrating the Christmas season? Is this not most people's version of home for the holidays?
This sounds like the best type of family.
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