Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Christmas Traditions from Diane Bator

The Pajama Box
Ever since my oldest son was born, my mother-in-law (aka Grandma) has sewn pajamas for Christmas that arrived in a big cardboard box. As sons two and three arrived, the pajamas multiplied. The styles remained similar over the past eighteen years, baseball tops and long pants the favorite, but the patterns evolved from bunnies and monkeys to plaids and video game prints. Every Christmas, The Box arrived covered in layers of packaging tape and stamps. Each child had their own shopping bag full of pajamas along with a chocolate bar and a hand-written note from Grandma.

            This year there won't be a box.

            Sadly, Grandma passed away of cancer in October.

            How much my two younger kids would miss The Box didn't even occur to me until I commented to my twelve year old that we would have to toss out what is left of the monkey pajamas he loves. The tears that followed would make Niagara Falls envious and triggered sympathy from my fifteen year old while his eyes welled up as well.

            My heart broken, I sat on my youngest son's bed and asked what would help to make things easier this year. We decided since they can't have Grandma's pajamas, maybe we could start our own tradition. With everyone's help, we could make a Christmas Eve box with pajamas, a movie, and snacks to celebrate the memories of The Box.  

            At first, my plan was to wrap everything in bright paper and put it in a cheery bag beneath the tree. While writing this, I've reconsidered. Maybe what I need to do is place each item in a plastic shopping bag labeled with each person's name, then put it all in a cardboard box covered in half a roll of packing tape.

Diane has been a writer since she was able to hold a pencil and tell a story. An avid hiker, Reiki Master and martial artist, she loves to make a mess in the kitchen and putters in the garden at will. Joining the Headwaters Writers' Group in 2007 was the catalyst for unearthing several old writing projects. Her first murder mystery, Murder on Manitou, was published after winning a writing contest in 2010. She lives in Southern Ontario with her husband, three kids and a cat who thinks he's a dog. To learn more about Diane, visit her sites.

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J Q Rose said...

Diane, this is a touching tribute to Grandma and those precious pajamas. You know there were the pj's, the chocolate bar, and a whole lot of love in that grocery bag. Your family is privleged to have those precious memories to recall every Christmas. What a good idea to figure out a way to ease the pain of her loss this year.

Ann Herrick said...

How wonderful that your sons appreciate the pajamas that their Gramma made for them. :)