I just finished celebrating my Third Annual Christmas Day Unplanned Fence Repair.
It also, of course, turned cold overnight, started snowing (nice white Christmas), and windchill up on my ridge is below 0. Perfect weather for the CDUFR. I was in my full insulated suit and am still thawing 30 minutes later after coming in.
My Bernese Mountain Dog, on the other hand, adored it. She was racing circles, rolling, frisking, galloping up to me and then away. Her kinda weather. Not mine.
So what are your Christmas traditions you could do without? I realize mine really was horse related, but I'm putting it in Off-Topic Day to open the field.
When we had the farm, we had the Annual Christmas Slaughter.
Either the dog or the cats would chose Christmas (the day when 50 people were coming to dinner) to kill Something and leave it in an unusual place (say, the front of the driveway, or the front porch door (which of course we never used except for company).
A bird, a rat, a rabbit...one year a family of wild pigs came to visit (sow and about 8 piglets) and Thank God no one killed any of them, although NOT for lack of trying.....
City people don't believe that "this really doesn't happen every day" when they see it every Christmas Day...
The pets appear to observe a seasonal "Let's almost die" ritual which is slowly driving my whole family batty. My dog is the worst. She took out Hanukkah 2008, St. Patrick's Day 2007, Memorial Day 2004, etc. My sister's dog took Easter 2006 and some holiday further back. My other sister's cat took this Christmas, after it was discovered she had some abdominal mass that everyone assumed was cancer. One pricey ultrasound later, it appears that it is kitty IBS, and not cancer, which made it a merry but somewhat shell-shocked holiday with a semi-shaved cat.
I could happily live without the recently set tradition of 6 hours of whitecrap removal on Christmas day. I still have more do do courtesy of a blizzard on the 23rd, more falling and blowing whitecrap on the 24th and the requisite removal of said whitecrap on the 25th. Been 6 or 7 years this has been happening now.
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Um, I could do without my sister-in-law's cooking. Cold Honey-Baked Ham (I hate sugar glaze on meat), rolls dumped directly from the bag into the bread basket without heating, and my personal favorite: canned green beans drowned in bottled French dressing. She does okay on desserts.
For this reason we NEVER do dinner on Christmas Day itself at her house. I learned quickly after the first time we tried this. We left Dad's house just as the prime rib and twice-baked potatoes were coming out of the oven; to say the green beans were a letdown is the understatement of the year. I think I ate about a pound and a half of spinach dip and crackers that we brought, a core sample of ham, and some cake.
Now we know to eat before going to her house. And yes, my husband has told his sister that "just because the green beans/French dressing combo is something Grandma used to serve doesn't mean it's a tradition that needs to be continued."
Green Bean Casserole. In all of its perversions. What is it about smearing canned/frozen vegetables with cheap cans of soup that turns a weird concoction into a venerated family tradition to be foisted on the relatives each and every year? Ick.