We celebrated Christmas this past weekend because we'll be in Cambodia(!) for the actual holiday. So our "Christmas Eve" was Saturday, the 13th, and "Christmas Day" was Sunday, the 14th.
Last year, for some reason I don't remember, we decided to make dumplings on "Christmas Eve." (We celebrated early last year too, because I went to Vietnam for the holiday.) I remember saying to Tony, "Hey! If we stay together, this could become a tradition! Making our own dumplings every Christmas Eve, maybe someday with our kids!" That was the plan this year, because if we did it two years in a row, that would make it a tradition, right?
Well, we didn't make dumplings because we were really lazy Saturday morning... and Saturday afternoon... and by the time we were ready to go grocery shopping, we decided it would make more sense to just go to our favourite dumpling restaurant and well, eat dumplings. (So maybe our Christmas Eve tradition will just be to eat dumplings?? But really, I hope it will become a tradition that we make them and then eat them.)
After eating so many dumplings—and broccoli, and beans, and some tofu/lotus root/bamboo/noodle dish—we came home to drink hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies. (Correction: I drank hot chocolate; Tony ate chicken feet. Hashtag cross-cultural couple.)
The movies we watched? It's a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Story. The former, I had never seen; the latter, I've seen a million times, mostly because TBS used to play it on repeat for 24 hours on Christmas Day. Ah, memories. (Confession: I fell asleep during both.)
Sunday morning, "Christmas Day," I woke Tony up at 8:30 so we could open presents. My favourite gifts were probably new pajamas from my mom (a Christmas tradition) and a Beats Pill speaker from Tony. I considered Christmas morning a success when Tony opened Jenga and asked, "Can we play!?" (We played and laughed and he'd probably like you to know that I was the one who knocked it over.)
Unfortunately, Tony had to work most of Sunday, but he was able to come home for a bit late in the afternoon for "Christmas dinner." We had planned on chicken, potatoes, etc., but decided we'd rather have Indian food. We ordered from our favourite Indian restaurant, Ganges. Untraditional, but delicious. I wouldn't mind if it became a tradition, too.
Later in the evening, we had friends over for Häagen-Dazs ice cream cake, hot chocolate, and mulled wine. We lit candles, played Christmas music, and it felt Christmas-y. No small thing here in China.
Christmas 2014, you were a good one.