As a child and growing up. Every Christmas break...Mom was preparing for Christmas. We had to paint the long hallway in our house, because of the ware and tare as children that we put on it throughout the year. Mom and my brothers would be in the kitchen putting down fresh magnolia vinyl on the floor. When they finished we would slide across it in our socks, Mommy would yell stop sliding across that floor and we would run.Smelling home made cakes, pies, turkey all of the fixing of a wonderful Christmas dinner. The smell of the coconut from the ambrosia. My baby brother putting up the tinsel in the ceiling of the living room it draping from every corner, as a child when I looked at it , it looked like a glittery sky full of beautiful color, I would lay on the living room sofa and go to sleep looking at it because it was so pretty. Then on Christmas Eve..Mom would put out the fruit , dad would order from the local grocer a whole box of apples, oranges, tangerines all of the good stuff I remember I could not wait to get that first orange.The fruits & candies would come out mom would say get only one you can eat all you want Christmas. We would  play pranks on each other,being active children, but I was the baby girl and I was the snitch to mom...lol. She would make us go to bed I would hear my brothers talking bringing in presents , mom would peep in I would pretend to be sleep I would call my sister name Val would say will you shut up and go to sleep. She was older than me, but I did go to sleep only because I was tired from all the playing. These where traditions that I find myself doing for my child. Mom would talk about Jesus and His birth to us. These where traditions that Mom bestowed in all of my siblings. Mom showed us all of the fruits of the spirit, You couldn't pull anything over on her either, she provided discipline when needed, a hug when needed, a smile when needed,a kiss when needed, truths all the time hurtful or not when needed,listen when needed, advice all the time, These and many more Traditions that I remember....people only hold on to the bad times, some rarely think about the good times the Traditions, the road the path that mom started. So its up to us to keep them going so that we can bestow it in our kids, Traditions are good memories, good thoughts,great actions of love. Mom never worried about what was needed or who showed up, she always open her door and made plenty for us to share with anyone who didn't have any place to go;or anyone to love on them.These are the traditions that I remember as a child