Christmas in our family has changed over the last few years. With the loss of both of my grandparents and then my father, our celebration together has grown very small. Growing up, we all spent Christmas Eve night at my grandparents house so we could wake up together Christmas morning. The dinner that night usually consisted of seafood, followed by adult shenanigans after ushering us kids off to bed.

We would have a great breakfast that next morning, open gifts and then just enjoy the day together, watching football and playing with our new toys. One of my favorite parts of that day was drinking egg nog or hot chocolate out of my grandmothers old Santa mugs — a tradition I started with my children when they were little.

Elizabeth Engelhardt is the publisher for the Seguin Gazette. Her column runs every other week. You can e-mail her at .

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