Favorite Christmas Tradition

I thought that I would kick off the Christmas season again this year with my Favorite Christmas Tradition!  

We have been doing this tradition in our home for several years now and I always look forward to it more than anything else that we do!  

Even if you do not do this tradition in your home…it is a great story to start of your holiday season and get you in the true meaning of Christmas!

We started this Christmas tradition in our home few years ago.  

My children are all grown and married, and every year we would go through this little ritual.  They would say, “Mom, what do you and dad want for Christmas?”  and I would reply “that we really did not need anything,” and I could never come up with any ideas for them.

We usually all get together for Sunday dinner, and five years ago at one of these family nights, I read the following story to my family.  

This reminds me so much of my own husband.   He does not like the commercialism of Christmas.  Just like the man in the story.  Thus was born the tradition of the “White Envelope”.  

It is truly the highlight of Christmas for my husband and I.  We wake up on Christmas morning and we read the letters from each of our children and their family.  I must admit, that it usually brings tears to our eyes!  What a beautiful way to start our Christmas Day!

This is my “White Envelope”, I made it out of fabric and it goes on the Christmas tree.  

You could use any white envelope, but I decorated it up and we use it year after year.  All of the grand kids know exactly what it is and they get caught up in the spirit also!

Here is the story that I read to my family:

“For the Man Who Hated Christmas”

by Nancy W. Gavin

 It’s just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree.  No name, no identification, no inscription.  It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past ten years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas–oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it.  The overspending…the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma.  The gifts given in desperation because you couldn’t think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth.  I reached for something special just for Mike.  The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended.   Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. 

These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. 

As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler’s ears.

It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.  Well, we ended up walloping them.  We took every weight class.  And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn’t acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, “I wish just one of them could have won,” he said.  “They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them.” 

Mike loved kids- all kids – and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. 

That’s when the idea for his present came.  That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. 

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me.  His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in the succeeding years. 

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition—one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game.  Another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas.  It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents but the envelope never lost its allure.  The story doesn’t end there.

You see we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer.  When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up.  But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad.  The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing to take down the envelope.

 Mike’s spirit, like the Christmas spirit will always be with us.


I love this Christmas Tradition and have a binder that I keep all of the letters in…it is so fun to re-read the letters every year and remember all of the kind acts of service performed by those we love!

Let’s see if we can all keep the true meaning of Christmas in our hearts and that we will not get caught up in all of the commercialization of the holidays.  

Take a moment and reflect on what is truly important to you and let it carry you through this holiday season!

Thanks for visiting today!

9 thoughts on “Favorite Christmas Tradition

  1. Is there any way I can email this to my family? Some are not on Facebook. I think this is a wonderful idea……………..

  2. Ohhh…thank you for sharing your Christmas tradition and story that goes along with it. That is the perfect fit to our family as we are anything but typical with our various dynamics as a single parent family with a missionary out, oldest getting married, third one prepping for college and mission this next year and a sophomore. So many different directions, yet service brings us all together.

    1. Becky, Thank you for taking the time to write your kind comment. I love hearing about your “typical” family. This tradition is perfect for my family…I hope that your family will enjoy it too! Happy Holidays!

    1. Debbie, This is truly my favorite tradition. Hope you enjoy the holidays and the true meaning of Christmas will be in your heart all year long! Happy holidays!

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