What Holiday Traditions and Memories Bring You Joy?

There’s something truly magical about the holidays, especially when it comes to being together. The joy of making memories, savoring delicious food, embracing old traditions, and even creating new ones—it all adds up to something special. The holiday season is filled with so much to look forward to! For me, Christmas stands out as my favorite holiday. While I could list countless reasons as to why it’s the best, the truth is, all holidays are simply a perfect excuse to gather with friends and loved ones. They offer a chance to catch up, reminisce, and reconnect after a long, busy year.

Holidays don’t require a special reason to bring us together, but they definitely give us an excuse that feels extra special (unless you’re a Scrooge). Think about it—they encourage us to pause, step away from the everyday commotion, and just be—fully present in those moments that matter most.

Growing up, my family had its own unique take on tradition, especially back when we all lived close by. It was a different time then, and though circumstances have changed over the years, those memories are treasures I hold deeply. Every Thanksgiving, we celebrated with both sides of the family, creating intimate gatherings filled with laughter and, of course, delicious food. My Nene’s macaroni and cheese sparked my lifelong obsession, and my grandma’s deviled eggs were always the first to go. (Seriously, I don’t think Thanksgiving is complete without either dish!) Thanksgiving also meant dressing up and snapping the family photo that would inevitably make its way into the memory books. (AKA Facebook.)

After stuffing ourselves silly, we’d spend the evening sharing stories and laughter—and for the brave, venturing out for Black Friday shopping. (Now, why would you do that to yourself?) But perhaps the real tradition came the day after Thanksgiving, when we’d enjoy the ultimate feast of feasts: leftovers. We’re talking cranberry turkey paninis, heaping bowls of mac and cheese, and my all-time favorite, a turkey sandwich! (Turkey and mayo on white bread—what can I say? I’m simple.) If there were any deviled eggs left, that was a major bonus! As an adult, leftovers are even better—you don’t have to think twice about cooking or dishes for days! (Paper plates for the win!)

Christmas traditions, however, hold a special place in my heart. Christmas Eve was almost always spent with my dad’s side of the family, where we’d have dinner and exchange gifts. My mom’s side would gather on Christmas Day or earlier for their own celebration, often featuring a White Elephant ornament exchange, which meant everyone left with a new addition for their Christmas tree.

Christmas Eve wasn’t complete without reading The Night Before Christmas before bed and leaving cookies and milk out for Santa—because, who doesn’t leave out cookies and milk for Santa? I still fondly remember the magic of believing in Santa, which I did well past the usual age of reason. (Don’t judge me!) My parents always went above and beyond to keep the magic alive. One year, they left a “Santa footprint” by the fireplace along with a small box holding a magical bell. (If you’ve seen The Polar Express, you know exactly where this is going.) Only those who truly believed could hear the bell, so naturally, I drove my parents nuts ringing it around them while they pretended not to hear. They never broke character, and those moments still make me smile—and laugh. One day, when we have children of our own, I can only hope to give them even a fraction of that magic.

Another cherished tradition was driving through neighborhoods to admire Christmas lights. What could possibly sound better than having a hot chocolate in hand while gazing at the sparkling displays? And my grandmother—like one of Santa’s elves—would bake the most incredible biscochitos every year. Those cookies were hands down the highlight of the season. (Also, let’s call it what it is—decorating the house the day after Halloween is another unspoken tradition. And yes, I’m that person.)

Out of all the memories, the part I treasure most is experiencing these moments with the people I love. Those timeless memories are what truly embody the spirit of Christmas.

Since moving away from our hometown, some traditions have faded for both of us. And though being far from family can feel bittersweet, my wife and I are determined to create new traditions and make the holidays as special as we possibly can. A white Christmas had always been on my bucket list, and after moving, experiencing one for the first time was pure magic—a subtle but heartwarming reminder that the holiday spirit can thrive no matter where you are. But more than anything, making memories with the love of my life has given the holidays a whole new meaning and is my favorite tradition of all.

This year, I’m more energized than ever to embrace the season—going all out and welcoming both new and old traditions. At times, the world can feel chaotic, and I think we could all use a little holiday magic in our lives to lift our spirits. After all, it’s not about the presents or decorations—it’s about believing in the wonder of the season, creating memories that last a lifetime, and celebrating the joy of being together.

I'd love to hear about your own personal traditions and memories that make the holiday season special for you! ♡