For as long as I can remember, we have celebrated at Mom and Dad's wonderful old Kentucky home, a tradition that became known as "Jenkinsmas".
|This is where I fell in love with porch swings.|
Every family has their own Christmas traditions. Jenkinsmas is no exception -- only our family traditions are, um, especially unique. Consider Mom's grape tree, for instance:
|All it needs is a little love. And some grapes.|
Then there was the year Mom suggested we play "Christmas flutes." The egg nog must have been especially noggy that Christmas.
And we can't forget our beloved "Otto", a blue ottoman who became the Jenkins family mascot.
Last year, we celebrated Jenkinsmas in our jammies.
As you can see, we always partied in style. Jenkinsmas is a very classy affair.
Before you read the rest of this post, please take a moment to read this column I wrote for this year's holiday edition of Evansville Woman magazine:
You will find us, wherever we are.
Chances are, we will be by your grape tree, tears mixing with laughter, celebrating Jenkinsmas, celebrating you. Just like we Otto.
We will remember the true meaning of Christmas, which began in a manger long ago, and carries over in a mother's note, tucked among strands of lights...
The gift of eternal love.
Merry Christmas, Mom.