Thursday, December 25, 2008

Christmas Cinamom Rolls

A Christmas tradition was cinnamon rolls. We would mix the dough around 10:00pm or so on Christmas eve...why such an odd time? Because we would let it rise while going to midnight Mass (Catholic household). After midnight mass is when they would go in the oven and we would have hot cinnamon rolls with maple frosting about 2:30 in the morning. Best cinnamon rolls that ever were or ever will be.

What was your odd family holiday tradition growing up?

9 comments:

MinnesotaChick said...

One Christmas tradition I remember..

Every Christmas Eve my Dad would get all us kids in the car to drive around and look at the Christmas decorations and lights. Mom ( for some reason) could never come.. always came up with a last minute excuse or something..

Surprise surprise!! When we got home Santa had been there!!! Mom always took a picture of the tree with the presents, she said Santa never showed up in the Polaroid pictures! heehee..
Ahhhh .... the innocence of youth.

We got to open the presents Christmas eve. Grandma's house on Christmas Day.

OrbsCorbs said...

Our only "odd" tradition was exchanging gifts on Christmas Eve, but as DA's comment points out, even that wasn't so strange. I've since met many people who had/have similar traditions. I was also once told that that is an old country tradition.

We didn't have any grandparents or other relatives to visit (my parents were immigrants), so Santa arrived overnight at our home, after sis and I went to sleep. That way we had more presents to open on Christmas morning. Sweet.

OrbsCorbs said...

P.S. Now I'm craving hot cinnamon rolls. Damn.

kkdither said...

Pop-tarts somehow became a tradition in my house. One year, looking for something to fill up the rest of the stockings, I bought some very sweet, gaudy, frosted and jimmied, kid Pop-tarts. Being an exhausted mom, I figured that way, I didn't have to worry about making breakfast the next morning. It was a tremendous hit with the kids. Breakfast from Santa.

That was about 18 years ago. Pop-tarts have been a necessity every year since.

Beejay said...

When I was a child, we lived on a dairy farm...money was scarce. But we did have Christmas Eve....my Dad could never wait for Christmas morning, so always celebrated on Christmas Eve.

My Mom made eggnog using our own eggs and milk (cream...since it was straight from the cow). Then us kids would be sent upstairs while Santa came. My Uncle Lyle always played Santa...ho-ho-ho. (And rode my first bike, which mysteriously was loaded with oats).

There was a stove-pipe that came through the floor with the decorative grating around it where you could slide the grate open for heat (like that was gonna help) or shut. Naturally, us kids went up and peeked through the grating. Never did see Santa, but sure heard him.

When Mom decided we were old enough, 'Santa' wandered under the open grating. Yep, we were right, our Uncle Lyle was Santa. We couldn't wait to tell our friends that we knew who Santa REALLY was! Poor Mom...probably thought us kids were really a little deficient in the brain department.


My Uncle Lyle died when I was 22 years old. I remember thinking that I no longer had a Santa.

Maybe not a real tradition to you guys, but such a precious memory to me.

SER said...

Ebelskievers and Medisterpolse sausage for breakfast. Both are a Danish thing, which is different because we are German, Italian and Indian. Also, one of the days one of us will make Tom & Jerry’s from scratch. Actually I did that yesterday for everyone,

Even as everyone got older, we would will still go back to my mom’s house for breakfast. Now that she is now longer with us, I figured it was my time to have my house trashed, but I love it. This year family and very special guess’s came, which made it even better.

Beejay said...

SER, Christmas to me is magical...I don't care how old I get...it is fun if you have people around.

Beejay said...

SER, PS: I am Danish...oh-oh...and German...I want some of that sausage stuff.

kkdither said...

I've been known to whip up an abelskiever, pan and ice pick in hand. My kids always said they only got them during Olympic years... (they were far and few between) The pressure has increased with them switching the games to every two years.