Cecily Kellogg is madly in love with the internet, technology, and social media. She writes here at Babble about the intersection of family, technology, and social media and runs her own web content and social media consulting business, Double Good Media. She is also known for her raw tone and humor on various social media platforms including her own blog, Uppercase Woman. Kellogg lives in the Philadelphia area, is happily married and is mom to a fierce and amazing daughter, and yes, she’s a full grown adult who loves her pink hair.
Trust me: I am not a Grinch. I love the holidays, and eagerly join in on a million different holiday traditions in my area. I drive through the ridiculous light show. I listen to the radio station that only plays holiday songs. I go to the Nutcracker. I decorate my house.
I do it all!
And now that I have a daughter (she’s six!), all of these traditions mean more to me then they ever did before. I love seeing her eyes light up when we do something fun, even if it’s as mundane as seeing the Santa at the local mall. She loves it, and I love celebrating with her.
But there are still a bunch of different holiday traditions that people do every year, and I do not understand them. Maybe you can enlighten me? Go for it. Tell me if you disagree.
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I'll admit, I'm sensitive about the whole "lump of coal in your stocking" thing; not because of me, but because my sadistic mother-in-law once did that to my husband. Grrrrrr.
There are several different versions of the coal story, one from Holland and one from Sicily, but it all adds up to the same thing: if you're a bad kid, you get coals instead of presents.
I suppose it's meant to curb kids' bad behavior, but I think of it as training kids to be sociopaths.