When I hear the word Tradition I get an uneasy, uncomfortable feeling. Besides making me think of that horrible Barbara Streisand movie (sorry ladies, I’m not a fan), the word Tradition makes me think of boring churches, old colleges, and mistakes that I repeat constantly. For instance, it’s a tradition that I must stub my toe on the frame of any door when walking through the house at night. If I’m not careful, I can turn the word tradition into something bad, and yet it doesn’t have to be.
As the parents to three kids, my wife and I are the people that create memories (or traditions) for our kids at Christmas time. We consider ourselves the chief memory-makers in our house, and part of the responsibility means that I start traditions for my family. For example, for the past three years we have honored the Advent schedule throughout December. We will light our candles, and more importantly take time every Sunday leading up to Christmas looking forward to the birth of Jesus; and his eventual return to earth!
We have also started a tradition of…
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