Christmas traditions are super fun, but what happens when all of a sudden, it gets a little too hard to keep them up?
A bit more than a decade ago, I packed up house with my wife and our two young boys, and we moved from Brisbane to Perth. In Perth, we had no immediate family. We didn’t even have extended family. We did find out we had one distant relative, but that’s a story for another day.
When we first moved, we had the best intentions of returning “home” to Brisbane each Christmas to see family and celebrate the festive season. But as our family grew from four to six with the addition of our beautiful daughters, they continued to grow beyond the “fly for free” two year age limit. I moved from full-time study with a loooong Christmas break, to full-time work with 4 weeks leave. Not only that, but we were getting involved with a ministry in Cambodia, and the best time for us to travel there was in the December/January period.
So our best intentions slipped aside, and with them, the ability to do a lot of the normal Christmas traditions.
What happened instead was quite a surprise. Whilst we lost some traditions, we had some amazing Christmas experiences. We randomly invited some backpackers over to share Christmas morning with our family. We had Christmas lunches with our church family. We even spent once Christmas getting up at 5am in Phnom Penh to catch a few hour bus ride and then a boat ride, to spend Christmas day and evening on Rabbit Island in Cambodia- complete with a Cambodian seafood BBQ banquet.
We’re now back on the Sunshine Coast, and we’re reconnecting with the family Christmas traditions that we’d lost contact with. It’s more than nice, but I have to admit that there’s more than a little part of me itching for our next Christmas adventure.