By SheelaR

I’ve been tossing around the idea of going to Midnight Mass with my parents this year. I haven’t been in about 2 years. I’ve been opting for morning mass, and I don’t attend the same church as my parents anymore. I live in a new community and thought it be best to form bonds here, and it’s simply more convenient.

Every Christmas we’d all go to Midnight Mass, and then my folks would host a big breakfast afterward. My mom and uncle would make bacon, eggs, muffins, potatoes O’Brien, a large bowl of fresh cut fruit, and hot tea & coffee. Church family and neighbors would come over and the revelry would go on for two or three hours in the morning. I still go for breakfast, but I thought it important to start some of my own traditions.

I always looked forward to it, because it was always fun and the the reason for some of my best holiday memories. There is something about Midnight Mass — the dark windows, the cool church, the reading from the Gospel of St. Matthew — that pulls me toward it. Maybe this year I’ll follow that pull, and…

Or maybe I’ll sleep through the night and continue with my new tradition… Maybe mom and dad will join me 🙂