Dec.18

The Christmas Breakfast

For so many of us, this time of year is full of traditions. When I was especially young wake ups were early and frantic with excitement for presents. However, as I grew older to middle school and high school age, a new tradition took place. I was blessed to have my Christmas mornings at my grandparent’s house in the mountains of Virginia. Our house was only 11 miles away and we would either spend the night Christmas Eve or drive over first thing on Christmas morning.

On that morning, we would have all the presents under the tree in the dining room and we would sit down to a full country breakfast. It was all my favorite foods and it was never rushed. Grandma would serve eggs, biscuits, bacon, sausage, sometimes gravy or grits, toast with homemade jelly she had jarred the last season. My favorite was gooseberry from the bushes in the yard. She would have cereals and at times sweets such as donuts or cinnamon rolls. It was everything you could hope for from a country breakfast. The food was delicious! But that isn’t what I recall so fondly. It was the perfect mixture of excitement for the unopened presents, but far greater contentment in the moment. I didn’t want that meal to ever be rushed. I savored every moment. I don’t mean the food, I mean feeling. Everyone I loved the most was right there in that room. I felt grateful then and I feel even more so now.

by Andrew Robinette