One of my favorite memories is laying on the floor under the Christmas tree with my brother when the rest of the house was dark — either early in the morning or before bedtime. (Or after, sometimes, if we were sneaking around.) We’d just look up, watch the lights blink and change the branch shadows on the ceiling. I still do that now by myself.
If it’s just me doing it, it’s probably not a tradition, exactly, but I think of it that way.
Your favorite holiday traditions? I’m looking for ways to make Christmas feel like Christmas. It hasn’t for a long time, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m parenting it or if I’m older or if I’m so busy I don’t have time to notice it until it’s a week away. Eek.