Craving a Nostalgic Christmas

Clay and I have been in a nostalgic mood lately – at least when it comes to this holiday season. We’re making an effort not to focus too much on the gifts receive – although in full disclosure, I am asking for an Apple Watch so please don’t think that I’m putting myself up on a restraint and moderation pedestal. But we are definitely scaling back how we approach Christmas. It’s like we’re experiencing the old-fashioned holiday season we’ve been craving – one filled with family, warm embraces, and a thankful spirit. We may not have a fireplace in our current house but gosh golly, it sure does feel cozy this year.

The four of us have been cuddling on the couch under our favorite soft oversized blanket watching movies. On the drive home from our Thanksgiving holiday in Pennsylvania, we made a list of holiday movies to watch this year – most as a family and a handful for just Clay and I (the kids aren’t quite ready for Die Hard). Included on the list are classics such as Holiday Inn, White Christmas, It’s a Wonderful Life, and The Shop Around the Corner – none of which (I’m somewhat embarrassed to type this) we’ve seen in their entirety. After we put the kids to bed the other night, Clay and watched Holiday Inn on Turner Classic Movies. Aside from a shocking (!) musical number in blackface, we enjoyed watching Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire sing and dance their way across our screen.

The movie prompted a search of how the celebration of Christmas has changed over time. I stumbled across this article from Professor Arthur Purdue where he explores the fascination with the 18th-century countryside Christmas experience. I also found this Pew Research Center article about how Americans celebrate the holiday season now compared to their childhood. Both are worth a read and prove that we’re not alone in our desire for a less-commercialized Christmas experience.

In effort to capture some of the nostalgic Christmas spirit, we took the kids to the 48th Annual Scottish Walk Parade over the weekend. The sky was overcast and rain fell at various speeds as we watched Scottish clans, bagpipes and drums, Scottish dancers, dogs, and reenactment groups march through Old Town Alexandria. The weather was reminiscent of the day we spent in Edinburgh a few years ago and as we dined on mussels and steak frites at Columbia Firehouse afterwards, we all agreed that it was the perfect start to December.

What Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte Taught Me About Thanksgiving

On Thanksgiving morning, we woke up early and drove three hours north to my sister’s outside of Philadelphia. As we crossed over the Potomac River, I started humming the notes to Over the River and Through the Wood*. I watched the Jefferson Monument (my personal favorite), the Washington Monument, and US Capitol pass by through the morning haze on I-95 North – it seemed poetic due to the folklore surrounding the events of the First Thanksgiving and the events that eventually led to the creation of our relatively young nation.

There were fourteen of us present for Thanksgiving dinner in Pennsylvania this year. In addition to my parents and my brother-in-law’s extended family, my niece and nephew’s au pair, L., joined us for the festivities. She is from Germany so this was her first introduction to a true American Thanksgiving. As she sampled stuffing, sweet potatoes topped with marshmallows, and cranberry sauce, we tried our best to explain the origins of the holiday – our resident history major, Clay, even provided L. with a primer on Jamestown and Roanoke. We talked about the Mayflower and the discrepancy surrounding the actual Plymouth Rock. And as a group, we conceded that the stories surrounding the First Thanksgiving (as we were taught in elementary school) were likely very different than what really happened between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoag.

Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte

When it came time for dessert, not only were there the traditional and comfortable offerings of apple pie and pumpkin pie but also displayed was the most gorgeous schwarzwälder kirschtorte, made with love by L. the day before. Even more impressive – it was her first time making the cake, which is a holiday staple for her family back in Germany. Schwarzwälder kirschtorte (also known as Black Forest torte/cake) is a chocolate sponge cake with layers of whipped cream and cherries. L. spent hours acquiring the necessary ingredients, talking over the recipe with her mom on the phone, and baking and decorating the cake. She painstakingly executed a difficult recipe for the love of sharing a piece of her home with us on a holiday that is foreign to her. And yes – it was as delicious as it looked!

Later on Thanksgiving night, L. left the house to embark on her first Black Friday shopping experience with friends. Clay and I had no desire to go out that evening nor the following day. That’s not to say that we didn’t participate – quite the opposite, actually. Soon after we arrived at my sister’s, we took advantage of some online sales and ordered a handful of big-ticket items on our phones in between bites of appetizers and sips of cocktails. A couple of purchases were planned and a few were not. In fact, two of the impulse purchases were made with our children in mind. They weren’t on their Christmas list (or even our radar as potential gifts) but because the electronic devices were such a great deal, we justified clicking the buy now button. Because nothing exemplifies gratitude and giving thanks like mass consumerism.

But as the day wore on, I felt uneasy. The more I thought about it, the gifts seemed too extravagant and unnecessary. When we went outside to witness the turkey being dropped into a pot of boiling oil (another first for L.!), I pulled Clay aside and told him my concerns. And because he’s the butter to my bread, he admitted that he was feeling the same way and that he was also conflicted about spoiling our children. In hushed voices, we agreed that we weren’t comfortable giving such expensive gifts to them and vowed to return the baubles once we received them in the mail**.

Later, as we were eating the schwarzwälder kirschtorte, L. shared more about her family and how her life in Germany is different than what she has been experiencing thus far in the United States. She told us how her family of eight shares one bathroom and how their house only has one small television – not that it matters because they mainly use their living room for conservation and games. Clay and I shared a look of understanding and I knew we made the right choice. Despite us purposely living a life with less stuff and working hard to ensure that our children aren’t spoiled brats, we still found ourselves caught up in the Black Friday frenzy because it was so easy. For that reason, I am thankful that L. and her homemade schwarzwälder kirschtorte brought us back to our senses and reminded us what Thanksgiving is all about.

*As I am wont to do as a car passenger, I consulted my Wikipedia app to learn about more about the origins of the song, which actually began as a poem. I read all about  Lydia Maria Francis Child, who was a novelist, an outspoken abolitionist, and bad-ass women’s rights activist.

**W. and V. – if you are reading this years from now and become upset at the realization that you almost received iPads for Christmas this year, please know that our love for you is not measured by the tangible gifts we give you. And books are more fun, anyway.