Same as it ever was

Tradition is a curious thing yet not surprising if you believe we are creatures of habit. Holidays overflow with tradition from the set-up (tree up, then lights) to execution (dad turns on Christmas music, everyone sits down around the tree) to tear-down (wrap the lights, fold the tree, promise yourself next year you'll start shopping sooner).

It's always fascinated me how many traditions appear to be practiced and repeated just because that's how they've always been done. The danger there is that the rituals that make up traditions can lose meaning, and in some cases, be more of a burden than an enjoyment (when everyone knows it and no one says anything!). On the other hand, I sure have fond memories of traditions that I so anticipated each year at Christmastime. The childhood anticipation of Christmas was truly a magical time, and I hope some of the traditions Emily and I enjoyed growing up can be shared with our kids to make the time of waiting magical for them, too.

As with anything, it's important to strike a balance. Tradition is good when it brings about a true source of joy in bringing family and friends together, but you shouldn't be afraid to break it. Just as your mind--not a memento or keepsake or photograph--holds a memory, kindred spirits--not a ritual or time or place--make a family.