I have two favorite things about the holidays.
One is the feeling I get when I'm giving to someone else. Whether I'm giving love, advice, a gift, or a hug, seeing a smile on the face of someone I love because I took that extra moment puts me on cloud nine.
My second favorite thing about the holidays is tradition. Doing the same silly little things with my family every year, yet creating new memories is something you can't not love.
In the spirit of my favorite holiday things, I'm having my first ever giveaway!
Melynda of French Press Knits has generously donated 2 copies of her uber awesome French Press Slipper Pattern for my lovely readers.
Isn't she the best?
This is the hottest pattern on Ravelry right now and let me tell you, they are super cute and an easy, quick knit. Seriously folks, I knit mine in about three hours. You can win the pattern just in time to whip up a few pairs for last minute gifts or for yourself!
Want to know how to win? All you have to do is leave a comment below about your favorite holiday tradition. You have from now until Saturday December 18th, 11am, eastern time. Then I will select two! winners at random.
I cannot wait to hear all of your holiday traditions! I recently wrote mine out in another blogs comments and would love to share it with you. It's a little lengthy, but give it a chance.
Holiday traditions are abundant in my family; it's what makes Christmas so special for me. We've been going to the same tree farm for 22 years and I still cry when they sing 'White Christmas' at the Symphony and we enjoy a fancy family meal after. But there's one tradition that still warms my heart. Every Christmas Eve when I was little my Bubbie and Pap would come for dinner. I would head to bed early, eagerly awaiting Santa, anxious for everyone to leave so the big man would show up. My dad would come upstairs to find me in my bed with what seemed like a million Christmas stuffies. He'd pretend he didn't know where it was, and I'd happily jump out of bed and grab the copy "Twas the Night Before Christmas" that had been his as a child. He'd crack my bedroom window, even if it was ten below outside, crack open the tattered cover and read. "'Twas the Night Before Christmas' by Clement C. Moore". The father in the story never "tore open the shutter..." he always "tripped over the pisspot and threw up the sash". Giggles ensued. And Santa's "bound" down the chimmney always meant jumping on the bed. And of course he never laid his finger "aside of his nose", but in the world my dad created Santa's only way up the chimney was to "lay his finger inside of his nose". Then it would happen. Bubbie and Pap had left and, unknown to me, taken my parent's authentic sleigh bells. My Pap would park the car around the bend and trudge up the street in any sort of weather and ring those bells. As any child would, I freaked out. "Santa, SANTA, Dad stop reading...stop NOW". And I'd rush to the window, lean out as far as I could and listen to the bells. Santa was on his way! I had to get to bed; but my dad would insist that we read the story one more time, that Clement C. Moore had meant for us to enjoy. Sure enough, in the morning, Santa had come and I got to tell Bubbie and Pap all about how I had heard the reindeer's bells just before I went to bed. When I was nine, my brother was born, and though I no longer believed, the magic still lived in him and I now had the task of cracking the window and saying to him "Do you hear something?". Even as a young girl, it gave me chills to watch him gleefully toss the stuffies aside and rush to the window. I'm crying as I write this actually. The bells are silent now; my Bubbie passed away and my Pap now only comes out on Christmas day. But every Christmas Eve in our new pj's my brother and I (now 15 and 24) still gather all those stuffies and pull that tattered old book of the shelf.I married my college sweetheart this year and even he knows that when we have children, Grandpa will park down the street and ring those bells for our kids. I'll never tire of my Dad reading that story to me; never. I still laugh; I still jump on the bed; and yes, I still hear the bells. "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night".
There you have it lovely readers. Be sure to check back next week for all sorts of fun things leading up to Christmas, and Saturday when I announce the winner!