Every Christmas since I was twelve years old, my mother’s camera of choice for the morning has been a Polaroid. She doesn’t take many photos, mostly because the cartridges only produce 10 pictures and those goods are expensive, but she always manages to capture key moments. I know you’re all hoping for examples, me in my early teen, awkward smile with the lazy eye years, but I’m going to have to let you down. My mom holds on to all of those beauties, and we only get to see them once a year when she breaks out, “Polaroids of years past” and we laugh/stare in horror/ hope for a cooler picture this year.
That’s my mom’s tradition, and something I want to continue with my girls, but we have a few traditions of our own we’ve been working on too. Here’s a glimpse:
Cutting down the Christmas tree as a family:
Christmas Eve with cousins:
Christmas morning in red onesies:
Eating Christmas breakfast wherever we feel like it:
Establishing these traditions is exciting, both because I personally think what we’re doing is fun and because of the joy I see in my daughters’ eyes. It’s that excitement that makes me look forward to creating more traditions, more memories… and who knows, maybe even a good Polaroid this year.
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