Holiday traditions: The meals tell our story of Christmas

  • Max Scheinblum, as a child, in the All Saints’ Church’s annual Christmas pageant. Courtesy Photo

Monadnock Ledger-Transcript
Published: 12/23/2019 9:52:26 PM

On Christmas Eve, we watch my cousins perform in the All Saints’ Church’s annual Christmas pageant, something that I vividly remember being a part of many years ago. 

Towards the end of the service our stomachs start to growl, and that is when we begin to daydream about the meal that is waiting for us at my grandmother’s house. We swiftly exit the church and drive to her house. 

The smell of chicken and rice, the traditional Hispanic dish that has been in my family for decades, clouds the air from the moment we enter. We quickly convene at the dining room table and begin to chow down.

On Christmas morning we wake up at 7:30 and meet in the living room to open presents. We open them one by one, and then sit down at the kitchen island to eat breakfast.

My mom drips the golden hollandaise onto the poached egg, and the benedict – my personal favorite – is ready for me and my siblings to eat.

After a long day of visiting, hosting, and exchanging presents, hugs, and thank you’s, we finally are able to relax at home.

My mom has been preparing a prime rib all day, and we finally sit down in the dining room and enjoy the meal together.

These are some of the few times at Christmas where my family can get together and fully enjoy each other’s company without stress over gifts, crowds, or cleaning.

Even though  most of my Christmas memories lay in the food, it’s truly about the family who I share it with. 


Max Scheinblum is a ConVal High School senior currently interning in the Ledger-Transcript’s newsroom.


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