I’m thankful
that throughout my life the holidays have always been a time to
indulge my inner geek and share it with others. It’s become a quiet
tradition, not always something planned, but something that simply
happens on its own. But before I wander into my rambling missive on
the subject, I want to wish all Hobby Games Recce readers, everyone
who supports my gaming efforts here, at Griffon Publishing Studio,
and elsewhere, a joyous and geeky holiday season...or, if you prefer,
Christma-yu-kwanza-kah-nalia (hopefully you can find your specific
holiday somewhere in there).
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“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?” |
The holidays
bring out some of the most sacred family traditions among western
cultures (and I’m assuming among some non-western cultures, too).
Growing up we had some pretty standardized practices adjusted over
time for our ages, involvement in religious rituals, and other
changing factors: the Christmas tree went up and was lit according to
a particular schedule; trains often ran around it to enhance the
holiday’s playful spirit; we shared a traditional Christmas Eve
dinner of ham, potatoes, pinkelwurst, and kale, with stollen and
cookies for dessert, with a full turkey dinner on Christmas Day (I
have no idea where my parents found the energy to do both); we opened
presents, one at a time, taking turns in order from oldest to
youngest (I assume as a lesson in patience for us younger folk); and,
of course, we attended church at some point, first the early evening
children’s pageant, later the spectacle of midnight mass with
music, lights, and ceremony rivaling the Radio City Music Hall
Christmas Spectacular. Even though the years have passed and I’m
married with a child of my own, our household’s new traditions have
evolved, some carried over from our treasured past and others we
establish together as a family. We still set up a tree and trains,
but we also festoon the front of the house with modest holiday lights
and, when I bother, decorate our eight foot-tall sasquatch stand-up,
“Skookums,” in the front yard (left over from Halloween); I bake
stollen to give as gifts to friends and family; we enjoy the
traditional ham dinner, though we graze through leftovers on
subsequent days; and we open presents Christmas morning instead of
Christmas Eve with a sense of well-ordered chaos.