Richelle Hofer

Growing up my favorite family tradition happened every year on Christmas Eve at my Grandma Helen’s house. My grandma embodied Christmas to me.

Christmas at Grandma’s House

Each year on Christmas Eve around 5:00 p.m. the family started gathering at Grandma’s house. Nothing kept us away from Grandma’s on Christmas Eve except for when we lived away. I only remember one or two years that we weren’t able to travel back for Christmas. We travelled in all kinds of weather.

Most Christmases there were more than 20 of us all crammed into Grandma and Grandpa’s doublewide trailer house. There was barely enough room to move around. Folding chairs lined the living room and everyone fought for the comfortable chairs. 

Grandma always cooked a big feast. We had all of the traditional dishes and Grandma always wore an apron that she would take off only after dinner was done and the dishes were cleaned up. 

Before supper we set up card tables in the living room. Once the card tables were set up, wherever you were in the house, you were pretty much trapped unless you crawled under the tables or walked on the couch. The adults all sat in the dining room and all of cousins sat at the card tables.

Grandma didn’t have a dishwasher so after supper all of the dishes were done by hand – usually by a couple of the aunts meanwhile the men and kids sat in the living room and joked around. I remember my grandpa taking out his false teeth and singing songs in a silly voice and my uncles telling slightly inappropriate jokes… we laughed until our sides hurt. 

When everything was cleaned up, the moment I waited for all year had arrived… Grandma went into the den and brought out a box of candles, small round homemade drip protectors, and very worn out song sheets. This was before computers and copy machines so someone had hand-typed each of the song sheets one by one.

Everyone got a candle and a song sheet. Then we turned off all of the lights and sang Christmas songs by the light of the Christmas tree. Many people in my family were great singers. Some of the songs we sang (like Silent Night and Oh Holy Night) were so beautiful with 3 and 4 part harmonies. And some of the songs were hilarious with people substituting words for funny lyrics, or singing the type-os on their song sheets.

If we got too silly my Grandma would raise her voice “SAY! Don’t make me come over there and sit on you!” This moment of my year made me feel all the feels. I loved my crazy quirky family. 

After the singing it was time for presents. The thing about Christmas at my Grandma’s was, it wasn’t about the presents. In fact, my Grandma gave terrible gifts. It was about being together – sharing stories and laughter.

After we all opened gifts, we cleaned up the wrapping paper and the dads went out to start the cars. When I was little I was usually starting to fall asleep about now. If I was sleeping when it was time to go my dad would carry me out to the car. I remember how cold it was when we went outside, but how cozy the nice warm car was as we made the long trek home from Grandma’s. 

All through high school and into my adult years, Christmas was magic.

Christmas truly was the most wonderful time of the year. I felt safe and loved, surrounded by family and lots of Christmas cheer. All through high school and into my adult years, Christmas was magic. Filled with the familiarity and security of tradition.

Christmas is Ruined…

Then in 2005, my grandma passed away. 

In 2006 my mom and dad’s marriage was torn apart by an affair.

I had no more traditions. Christmas felt empty.

Instead of Christmas being my favorite time of the year, I actually dreaded it. I dreaded it because I couldn’t ignore what a sad path my life had taken.

In all the thoughts I had ever had about my future I never even considered it possible that my strong, stable, Christian family would be ripped apart by death and then divorce.

Instead of feeling surrounded by love and family at Christmas I was suddenly reminded of the betrayal I felt. The brokenness of everything that used to matter most to me.

As a young mom I felt guilty because I wanted Christmas to be magical for my little boys but I just couldn’t muster the magic. I know it sounds dramatic, but I didn’t know if I would ever really enjoy the Holidays ever again. 

The most important ingredients of my Christmas joy were gone.

I struggled through 2006, 2007, 2008 trying to make the most of the season — and then, in 2009, a snowstorm of epic proportions was predicted to hit on Christmas Eve. I was feeling like it was going to ruin what little bit of Christmas spirit I had.

A New Christmas Recipe

I was depressed. I complained to my good friend and coworker at work one day. She, too, had been going through some family changes. Instead of trying to remake the old traditions she challenged me to start completely new family traditions. She shared with me the fun things her family used to do on Christmas.

Her family’s traditions were COMPLETELY different than mine… in fact they were so different that for a minute I thought “that doesn’t seem like Christmas at all!”… but it did seem like a lot of fun. This just might work.

On Christmas morning there was only one present for each boy under the tree. On that present there was a clue to where their next present was hidden. It didn’t take long for the energy in my house to change. The boys were running all over, hunting for their next gift. The Christmas morning scavenger hunt was a hit.

2009, the year I thought that all hope was lost, became the year the Hofer family traditions were born.

A complete change was exactly what I needed.

14 Christmases have passed since our new traditions were started. Mason is now nearly 21 years old and is still planning to come home for the Christmas Scavenger hunt this year.

Getting through the holidays after profound loss can feel impossible… like trying to make your favorite Christmas cookies without flour.

Getting through the holidays after profound loss can feel impossible… like trying to make your favorite Christmas cookies without all of the ingredients.

It just won’t ever be the same.

Instead of trying a lot of different ingredient substitutions and being disappointed time and time again when the recipe doesn’t work, maybe it’s time to try a completely new recipe?

Maybe you don’t need cookies at all!? Maybe this year you should try something COMPLETELY different.

In 2009 I tried out a new Christmas recipe and it changed everything. I wish that was the last recipe I would ever have to try. I wish that I would never lose the “ingredients” for this recipe.

But life changes over and over again. As my boys enter adulthood and create families of their own, they probably won’t ALWAYS come home on Christmas Day to hunt down presents. Eventually I will have to start looking for another new recipe for holiday cheer.

It will be sad in a way. Change, even good change, can be hard. I will grieve the loss of a wonderful period of my life. And then I will celebrate raising two little boys into two fine men. I will focus on the future and creating new traditions once again.

If you have gone through a profound loss this Christmas, take time to reflect on the beautiful memories you had before the loss… and then consider trying a new recipe for the future.

Merry Christmas and happy baking! 😉