Traditions

For the last 10-plus years, almost every Christmas has been the same...
Christmas Eve we drive to Fort Morgan and go to Tracy's grandparents' farm. The small house was always filled with well dressed family members (50-70 on my estimation). Someone would get conned into wearing the Santa suit and he'd deliver presents from Grandma for all the kids. Then we would sit around, eating German sausage and talking about all the stuff we had done since the last time we sat around, eating German sausage.
It was great.
But Tracy's grandma passed away this last year. The kids held an auction to sell off all the stuff inside and the farm itself is up for sale.
So, everyone seems a little lost this year...
And then, Ruth, Tracy's mom, decided to have an open house at her place in Greeley last night. The idea was to celebrate the wedding of Tracy's cousin Charles and his new bride, Acushla, (they were married this summer in Ireland.)
All the relatives were invited and most of them came... from Fort Morgan, from Yuma, from Denver, from North Carolina...
And the small house was filled with relatives, all eating German sausage and talking about the past year's events and activities. It didn't take long for someone to suggest we do this every year.
Guess that's how traditions start...