Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Christmas Eve Tacos

We have tacos every Christmas Eve. Why? As a remembrance of friendship above and beyond the usual. In this vignette, I tell the story.

Christmas 1981. We lived in Houston, Texas, far from our families. My dad called to tell my husband that he needed to come home. My husband's father was very ill. We could not afford for everyone to go and our daughters were both in bed with the flu. We decided that he would take our sons with him (mostly because I knew that he would have to make frequent stops if they were along). When they arrived in Chicago, my parents planned to take the boys to Indiana to stay with them.
I was fine until Christmas Eve. Then the loneliness engulfed my. My friends were all busy with their extended family gatherings. My extended family lived far away. My daughters were sleeping the holidays away, too sick to care if they had gifts or not. I was feeling underprivileged and deprived as I stood at my kitchen counter eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
The telephone rang. My friend, Linda, inquired about my plans for the evening. I admitted that I did not have much planned except a shower and bed. She told me to get my purse and coat ready. Lester, her husband, was already on the way over to pick up my girls and me. We were invited to her home for the evening. I protested that the girls were sick. She pointed out that they could sleep at her house as well as mine.
When Lester arrived, we wrapped the girls in blankets and carried them out to the car. The trip to their home was short so the girls slept through the journey and were soon cozily asleep in bed. We spent the evening quietly, playing board games, eating tacos, and singing along with Handel’s Messiah. It was a lovely peaceful evening. Just after midnight, Lester drove us home.
On Christmas Eve our family has tacos as a remembrance of that Christmas Eve spent with loving, compassionate friends. Of all of my friends, they were the ones who saw my need and acted. It was an action made more remarkable because they were Jehovah’s Witnesses, who do not believe in observance of holidays… not even Christmas.
A miracle.


PS: I've lost touch with Linda and Lester and can't locate them. Linda B., on the way off chance you read this, drop me a note at anny@annycook.com !

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  1. It always means so much when friends see just when you need and when. You seem to have been blessed with more than your share of angels in life, Anny.
    And tacos for Christmas eve sounds like a fine idea to me :)

  2. Are you sure you weren't on The Waltons? You fascinate me ZQ

  3. We don't have any particular traditions for Christmas Eve, other than attending church, but my Mom used to put Ding-Dongs in our stockings so we could 'eat breakfast'. Now, thirty years later, it just doesn't seem like Christmas w/o that Ding-Dong in the sock...my hubby thought I was nuts until my sis backed me up!

  4. There are so many things to say about the Ding Dong, but I promise not to go there. You set it up for a joke so nicely though. Sigh.

    I'm one for sentimentality and tradition. I love that you immortalized the tacos with a new tradition. It shows your gratitude yearly while nonverbally expressing that the holidays are about the memories, the people. Not the food or the presents. Sniff. I love you, man!

  5. I have a new tradition - I break out the tissues when I read Anny's blog. I really hope you're able to reconnect with Lester and Linda again. That is such a beautiful story.

  6. How wonderful to have such friends when you needed them. That they went beyond their own beliefs makes them that much more dear. Thank you for sharing this.

  7. What a beautiful story, Anny. Such wonderful friends are indeed a blessing.