Merry Christmas Santa Claus, Happy Holidays Everyone, It's Christmas Eve, which in my sort of Polish household. My Dad is 100% Polish, but born here in the US. My Grandparents on my Dad's side are 100% Polish too, born in the US to their Polish immigrant parents. My Dad married my Mom - of course - and broke all the rules. My Mom is French, German (you can imagine what my Grammy thought of that one), English (this part they can trace all the way back to the Mayflower), and one portion of overall melting pot.). Mr. Darcy is overall melting pot too, but the portions we know include Cherokee Indian (a rather small percent at this point), Africaans, Scottish, and English. Of course, my Dad knighted him Polish back when we were engaged with a frozen kielbaska when my Grammy told Mr. Darcy that he was so wonderful but that the one thing that would make him perfect for me was if he was Polish. That has to count for something, right? Genetically speaking, though, my little ladies are only about 25% Polish. (Although I think Angelfish might be more Polish than Ladybug. She LOVES Polish food and rather looks like the Polish side of the family. Ladybug is okay with Polish food, but really looks like Mr. Darcy.) But as my Grammy would say, "the Polish part is the best part!"
Merry Christmas Santa Claus, Happy Holidays Everyone
Anyway. Christmas Eve (or as I like to call it "Polish Christmas") is really the big deal for Polish Catholic people. We're a bit superstitious, and that comes to play on Christmas Eve especially. Anything that happens on Christmas Eve is thought to be a look into the coming year. If a man is the 1st guest to to enter your house on Christmas Eve, that's good luck. A woman, not so much. The reason? The man is symbolic of Jesus' birth. The woman is symbolic of the tears that Mary sheds when Jesus is crucified.
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