Growing up I always remember going to my grandparent’s house outside of Boston (2 hours away from where we lived) on Christmas Eve. I remember going up in the afternoon, visiting with family, having dinner, opening gifts, playing w/ my cousins, admiring their “fancy” tree (it was artificial – which was more rare at the time up north it seemed, with white lights and all ornaments were sterling silver) and then taking the what seemed to be VERY long drive home. I’d wake up and be home…ready to get to bed so that Santa could come to our house and deliver our gifts. That excitement that I felt every year; how awesome — to be a kid again — ok maybe I still get that excited on Christmas Eve night 😉
Anyway, back to my grandparent’s house. I also remember every year, my grandfather celebrating, not only Christmas but his birthday. Christmas Eve is his birthday! He would celebrate by giving everyone (the adults) a drink of Bailey’s. He would serve it in his fanciest silver glasses. As I got older, he would try to get me to drink it too! It seems like such a simple thing, but every time someone mentions Baily’s, I immediately think of all those Christmas Eve nights. I remember how happy it made him. Sadly, my grandpa passed away but as a family we still always have Bailey’s each Christmas Eve in remembrance and celebration of him, his birthday and Christmas. I know he is looking down on us and giggling a little to himself, that we still have carried on this tradition! I’d like to think that he always here with us in spirit, as I would have loved him to meet the rest of my family!
Happy Birthday Grandpa, we miss you and love you very much! Merry Christmas Eve!