I love Christmas traditions! There are just some things that have to be done every year at Christmas or it doesn't feel like Christmas. One of those things is making sugar cookies!
I use the Cream Cheese Sugar Cookie recipe in my Pillsbury cookbook. They are the best! I also use royal icing to decorate them with, They are so much fun to bake and decorate.
These guys did not help much but they supervised.
When I was little, we used to go to my Grandma Scruggs' on Christmas afternoon. This is a photo of me and my cousins from 1965. I am in the purple corduroy outfit. My grandma made mine purple and my cousins Carol and Kay got blue ones. I loved that outfit and wore it until it was way too small. As I look it this photo I realize that 4 of my cousins have passed on, way too soon.
How happy I was the year I got a "stereo" for Christmas! My Dad worked for G.E. for 43 years and all our electronics would come from the employee store. My mom worked as a seamstress at a mill that made pajamas and the ones that I have on (I am the oldest) were also favorites. My poor sisters robe is too small. I hope she got a new one that year!
So much vintage to see in this photo, the year I got my Chrissy doll! I loved that doll and still have her! I also see a Spirograph, Lincoln logs, a jewelry box, and a leather purse that had tassels. I carried that thing forever! That lamp!! Poor Dad looks like he didn't get very much sleep.
He probably didn't! Another of our traditions was that Grandma and Grandpa would spend the night with us on Christmas Eve on one condition. Grandpa said he would only stay if I would get up at 5:00 a.m. and make the coffee. He was only kidding, but I didn't know and and I set my alarm for 5:00 and when it rang, up I jumped and went into the kitchen and started the coffee. I was 5 years old! But I knew how the percolator worked. (Don't you miss the sound of coffee perking?) When Grandpa smelled the coffee he got up and came into the kitchen and I would sit on his lap and he would tell me stories until the others would get up. This became a tradition every year until I got married, except I got too big to sit on his lap! That is a memory that I cherish in my heart. How I miss him...
Hope you have a wonderful day!