It all started with my husband’s grandfather, who was an orchestra leader in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Since he always worked on Christmas Eve, the family would join him afterwards for dinner. The only eating establishment open in the entire city was a mom-and-pop Chinese restaurant. They were the only diners (Except for the year that Ralphie’s mom burned the turkey).
The first year that I joined them in this tradition, I thought they were crazy. We had the restaurant to ourselves. Everyone else was home that Christmas Eve. But the food was good and our hosts were welcoming and appreciative. After all, the Baker family was almost large enough to fill the restaurant.
Today, the Bakers are spread across the country. Yet on this Christmas Eve they will all be eating Chinese. So will we. It’s one strange tradition but it’s ours and it feels right.
BTW, these days if we want to get in, we have to make reservations.
Do you have any special traditions? If not, you still have time to begin.