Did You Hear About The Tradition That Killed The Reindeer?


Christmas growing up in my household, like many households, was basically like living in the movie “Groundhog Day” only with a holiday twist. Every year it was the same cast, same scenery, same lines, except we all just kept getting older and there was a Christmas tree. My father, having Aspergers syndrome, was extremely set in his ways of thinking when it came to “this is how we do things.”

So what that looked like was that every Christmas morning, year after year, my father would inevitably get upset with us moments upon our awakening and cancel Christmas. I’m not even kidding. My brothers and I used to take bets as to how far we would make it into the festivities before he canceled the holiday all together. Would it be 9am? 10am? Oh look there he goes,grumbling and yelling and canceling Christmas. The man seemed to be under the impression that if he deemed Christmas to be canceled, then it was. Inevitably Christmas would re-open for business a few hours later once he had calmed down and we would move onto even more ridiculous traditions like the fact that every year he gave us socks.

Not just socks, but SOCKS.

Packages and packages of socks.

My brothers and I were utterly annoyed as children, because “yay, presents!! oh wait, just socks.” We were so geared up for the disappointment of our Fruit of The Loom Christmas that we would shake all the packages before we opened them just so we could seek out the socks and open them first. No kid likes to get to their last present and have it be socks.

Then my father got smarter and started messing with us. He would wrap them in different sized boxes and add in a few random household items to throw us off.

“Oooo, this is a nice heavy box! I bet it’s….oh wait. It’s my mother’s curling iron, a two pound weight, a few rocks from the backyard, and socks.”

While it appeared to my brothers and I that my father very much enjoyed every minute of our disappointment, we came to understand that despite his typical stone-like exterior, that was his way of showing us a little Christmas humor. Eventually we learned to laugh with him which is good because as far as I know, the tradition is alive and well.

I think I cherish those moments because getting a bunch of socks is one of the only memories I have of feeling on par with my brothers; one of the only memories I have of being counted as an equal child. Not long after the presents were opened I would be back to the “less than” family member, but at least I had just as many damn socks as they did.

As I got older, the traditions became more of the obligation style. My large extended family all lived in the area and because of that I was subjected to more holiday meals than one should ever be allowed to eat. “Be here for dinner, there for breakfast, pop over here for lunch, drive down the street for dinner, and then up the street for dessert.” My Christmas would be spent rushing from one place to the next and before I knew it, the season was over.

But I did it year after year because we always did it year after year.

One year my ex and I were rushing to get to the Christmas Eve service at our church and we were driving down a farm road. He was screaming at me for something and I was crying (typical) and all of a sudden he slammed on the brakes. I wasn’t looking at the road ahead of us but it was snowing pretty hard so I just shut my eyes and braced for impact, absolutely certain that we were about to plow into a car in front of us. Our car slid for what felt like an eternity and only when it had finally came to rest did I dare open my eyes.

I was not expecting what I saw.

To this day it’s about about the closest thing I have ever come to having that Hallmark Movie holiday moment that I always dreamed of having and I wouldn’t be surprised if it stays that way.

I opened my eyes and there was a very large buck, antlers and all, standing about two feet in front of our car. I swear it was a scene right out of the movie “Prancer” except that there wasn’t just one deer, there were probably about 60. It’s not unusual where I live to come across herds of deer, but this was by far the most I had ever seen standing together and with the added ambiance of the snow, the whole experience was a mixture of eerie and utterly amazing. The buck didn’t move, just stood there as his nostrils flared and the steam of his breath filtered out into the air. The other deer though, they moved.

They moved towards us.

I’m sitting there with my mouth hanging open while my ex is yelling about how “if the deer jump on our car they are going to dent it and break the windows” and “why aren’t they moving we are going to be so late” and at some point I just threw my arm out and across his chest and practically hissed at him “shut up!”

He was more stunned by my behavior than by the fact that our car was nearly engulfed in deer, but either way he did finally shut up.

“Look at them!” I squealed with glee. “This is right out of a Christmas movie!!!”

And it was.

All 60 or so of them had not only walked towards us, but had completely encircled our car. Snow was falling around us and there was literally not a sound to be heard except for the pawing of a few hooves on the frozen ground.

I sat there in awe for some time while my ex grumbled and muttered and eventually the deer simply walked away.

It is easily the most magical moment I have ever had in my life besides the birth of my children and yet for my ex, he probably doesn’t even remember it.

You see the thing is, in life we get so caught up in where we need to be and what we need to get done that we forget to look around and enjoy the beauty of the season. We fill our days with things that we would rather not be doing, but things we do nonetheless, just because they are things that we have always done before. We rush from party to party when we would rather be at home with our loved ones. We spend hours writing Christmas cards when we would rather be snuggled up on the couch with our children. We miss out on everything we would have rather been doing because we used all our time doing things we didn’t want to be doing.

Why do we do that?

“Because we always do those things, it’s tradition!”

The thing about traditions though, is that traditions are great, when they are great. Unfortunately in many families what started out as something great has turned into a less than enjoyable obligation.

“I don’t really like making this fruitcake, especially because no one eats it, but I will spend my time making it because I ALWAYS do.”

Just because something “has always been” doesn’t mean it “always has to be.” Traditions are great, if they are great. If they don’t make you happy, why not stop doing them?

Because we as humans are creatures of habit and habits make us comfortable.

Habits help us get through our day by making an otherwise chaotic world feel more comforting. Because of that, when we think of changing our habits, or in this case our traditions, it feels unsettling because you aren’t just removing the habit, you are removing the comfort that came with it.

A holiday without tradition’s is unknown territory!!

I know this because I’ve been living it for the past couple of years now and it really surprised me how I felt about the changes. No more crazy family? No more unwanted obligations? No more spending the holidays upset and stressed?

Sounds wonderful!!

Except that at first it didn’t feel wonderful.

I literally did not know what to do with myself and beyond that, I missed what always was. Not even because I missed what was, but I missed what always was.

When I finally stepped back and looked at the situation, I realized that I didn’t miss what I used to have, I missed the comfort of the routine. I missed the traditions that I didn’t want.

“Sure Eden, because that sounds logical, miss something that you didn’t even want.”

Except that I know you know what I’m talking about, because we have all felt that way at one time or another!!

Why? Because we are creatures of habit!

The thing about habits though, is that they are not always good for us. They don’t always make us happy. They don’t always serve us well. They overtake and overrule other goals that we have for ourselves, and yet we just keep doing them, because that’s how habits work.

Do you know what the definition of a habit is?

Habit: A regular practice or tendency, especially one that is hard to give up. 

Do you know what the definition of a tradition is?

Tradition: A way of thinking, behaving, or doing something that has used by the people of a particular group for a long period of time.

Basically, a tradition is a habit that extends beyond belonging to just one person, which my friends, is why traditions are so hard to break. Even when just like habits, they are not good for us, we don’t enjoy them, and they overtake the other things we would like to accomplish, we continue to practice them because traditions have become habits with peer pressure.

Ding Ding.


Now you see, for once my family situation is allowing me an added benefit that a lot of other people do not get the luxury of having (never thought I would get to say that!!). My traditions are gone. They are obliterated and no longer existent. I’m at an advantage here because I have a clean slate to reevaluate what “traditions” I would like to start in my own life.

I think the tradition that I would like to start is that my children and I keep tabs on what traditions make us happy and as we grow and change, we allow our traditions to grow and change with us.

Traditions are important, but not as important as the feelings and the meanings behind them. What often starts out as something that we repeat because it makes us happy can oftentimes end up being a constricting obligation that stresses us out because we have changed and the tradition has remained rigid in it’s execution.

The tradition that we remain happy, that’s the tradition that I want.

There is nothing that I want more than for my children and I than to be able to look back and remember feeling loved, relaxed, and happy during Christmas. That is more important to me than remembering the things we always did and the places we always went. If we do those things, fantastic, but I don’t want to do them if the memories attached to them are riddled with stress and unhappiness.

The tradition that I want is the tradition of happiness.

The tradition that I want for you is happiness.

Whatever you choose to do this holiday season, whether it’s the same thing you have always done or something that you are doing for the first time, remember to do it because it makes you happy.

At the end of the day, it’s the reindeer in the snow that will be your most magical moments and the memories you cling too, but you will never get to see them if you are rushing around in the uncomfortable comfort of your habits, catering to everything that you didn’t want to do in the first place.

If your time is all filled up with things that no longer bring you the magic of the season, you will never have any time for the reindeer in the snow.

Leave a little time for the reindeer in the snow.

It’s worth it, I promise.

Photo Credits
Herd of deer
Buck
Surprised girl
Socks

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9 Comments

  • Mzfuzz
    December 13, 2014 at 2:08 am

    Love this!! I absolutely HATE doing things “just because we always have.” It drives me insane. My family subtly judges me because I never put up Christmas lights. When I ask them if me decorating my house or putting up a tree has any correlation to my beliefs and/or feelings about Christmas, they can't answer. But because I refuse to do things “everybody does,” I'm a Scrooge. Oh well. That's on them. Thanks for making me feel like I'm not the only one who thinks how one FEELS about something is way more important than having or doing the thing just for the sake of the thing.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      December 15, 2014 at 9:11 pm

      You aren’t the only one lol!!

  • CD
    December 13, 2014 at 6:25 am

    I get frustrated with the whole tradition thing as well – sometimes I want to say to my family, “HOW well has this been working for us?” Do I thank them for the gifts (if I even get any) when they don't acknowledge my existence the following week? As I've had to distance myself from most of them (not that they care) I guess I'll eventually have to find my own traditions. Though given the events of this year, I'm not feeling Christmas. Maybe next year I hope?Also, your father actually has Aspergers? That explains A LOT: i.e. why he doesn't “get” your mother's games (and god only knows what disorders she has!)

    • NotMyShametoBear
      December 15, 2014 at 9:12 pm

      In time I hope you find your own traditions, one’s that make you happy 🙂

      He does have Aspergers and that’s why I don’t harbor quite as many bad feelings towards him as I do my mother. I really think he just doesn’t understand how much I was hurting. With her being the adult telling him how to feel, it just was what it was I guess.

  • afairytale84
    December 14, 2014 at 11:23 pm

    This is interesting for me to read because I lived on the opposite side. We NEVER had any traditions and as a kid I was always jealous of my friends because they were excitedly getting ready to go to grandma's house or their aunt and uncle's house or somewhere with family. We never had that and it was always something I wanted.Part of it is probably the fact that we sat around and did nothing. Sure, we did the traditional open presents Christmas morning (our version of “yay, socks!” was “Oh yay, light bulbs!” because dad wrapped light bulbs for everyone). But after the presents were opened, we were all left to fend for ourselves. I remember talking to friends once school started again and they were all “Grandma played with me and it was so much fun!” and “My cousins and I got to do this, this, and that!” and I sat at my desk thinking, “Well, I opened a puzzle and did it by myself in my bedroom.”I asked my mother why we didn't have any family traditions and why we NEVER got together as a family. Her response was that if our family ever got together, there would be a mass shooting spree that would make the six o'clock news.Looking back, she was probably right. Nobody in my family gets along with anyone. But living through the holidays as a kid, I was ridiculously jealous of all my friends who had these seemingly wonderful traditions that they got to do every year.

    • NotMyShametoBear
      December 15, 2014 at 1:13 am

      The grass really is always greener on the other side!!

      Have you been able to start any traditions yet? I’m sorry you missed out on them growing up 🙁

  • afairytale84
    December 15, 2014 at 11:22 pm

    My mother and I live together (for financial reasons – neither of us can afford to live on our own in this area and moving to an area we can afford is out of the question because it'd be too far away from work) and she's recently started going to therapy for all her issues. I still have a lot of resentment towards her for various things that happened during my childhood, but she's trying to make amends and I'm trying to be open to that amends.Little Brother and Little Sister both live in other states and they've been coming home every year to spend a week with us for Christmas. Instead of exchanging gifts (we all have enough stuff!), we go out and do things like a nice dinner, a movie, get a massage, indoor mini golf, etc. This will be our 3rd year doing it and so far it's been nice. 🙂

    • NotMyShametoBear
      December 16, 2014 at 6:48 pm

      That sounds nice, like some good quality family time. I hope this year is your best one yet!!

      *hugs*

  • lucy denny
    December 27, 2014 at 1:17 pm

    i recently contacted a doctor named Ekaka i find his email: ekakaspelltemple@yahoo.com on the internet so i decided to contact him for help in my relationship he ask me to send him my details which i did after that he told me that the gods revealed something to him and he told me everything that was revealed to him and he told me what he was going to do that after three days my relationship became sweet again and the person that was behind my problem came to beg me for forgiveness which was my mother in-law. i and my love are happy again including my mother in-law and we are planning to have a party for this Xmas…. thanks to Dr. Ekaka.

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