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Hello, Movie Mavens! Welcome back to the B Movies Blog. Today, we’re popping some of my holiday traditions into the ol’ VCR. 

And yes, it’s time for another cheesy piece. 

KP was really big on traditions. We always ate chili dogs or Frito pies on Halloween. My sister and I always received goodie bags on Valentine’s Day. We needed the house to be cleaned on New Year’s Eve for a good new year. Christmas was/is no exception. 

We had several traditions growing up, some common, some not. Regardless, I wanted to take the time on the last Friday before Christmas to share a few of my holiday traditions with you (as well as to give you the opportunity to share some of yours in the comments). 

Up until her last Christmas, KP bought me Christmas Eve pjs. We didn’t open them until Christmas Eve, and you didn’t usually know what they looked like. 

We also got to open one additional gift. KP tried to discourage opening a big one (because she was smart and knew that we would be upset on Christmas morning without a big gift), but she always let us open whichever one we wanted. 

We were also bigggggg Christmas lights people. We would drive around looking at lights for what seemed like hours, culminating in long nights of riding around on the nights of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. 

Lastly, one of our other big Christmas traditions was watching A Christmas Story on Christmas Eve, and if you grew up with cable, I’m sure you’re also familiar with the 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story on TBS. 

As I’ve grown up, I’ve added some traditions of my own. 

Every year, I write a letter to “Santa.” It’s not an actual wishlist like you wrote as a child, but it more so serves as a way for me to look back on what I wanted and where I was the year before. I always put the letter in my stocking, and I keep it until I write the next letter. 

I also watch the “Christmas Who?” episode of SpongeBob SquarePants and The Powerpuff Girls: ‘Twas the Fight Before Christmas before I go to bed each and every Christmas Eve, and I have for almost two decades. 

Finally, I hate going to sleep past midnight on Christmas. I don’t like the feeling of Christmas being over in real time. The magic seems to wear off right before your eyes, and I’m not a fan. 

So, friends, those are my Christmas traditions. They may have changed or evolved as I have grown up, but I’ve kept up with many of them. My sister has taken on the role of pajama buyer, and I pop in a DVD of A Christmas Story now, but there’s still plenty of winter whimsy in my house. 

Happy Holidays, Movie Mavens.