Every family has traditions.  You may not think of them in that manner, but traditions they are. 

I grew up in a large extended family, mostly from my mother’s side.  Mom was the oldest of four. My Grandfather Miller was one of eight. I had cousins scattered over four states but the largest group was in southern Illinois.  The Clan, as it was known to many, had a Christmas tradition. This is my memory of that time of year.