THE cold wind gently woke up Jill’s mother at dawn, when time seemed to be standing still and the reverberation of silence was deafening. Despite the perfect bed weather, she figured that going back to bed wasn’t going to bring her to sleep especially since her favorite month has finally arrived. She decided to prepare an early breakfast for her family, sliced bread, with ham and mayonnaise, in-between.
“Not again, Mom,” Jill whined.
“I know you don’t like ham, honey, but would you at least eat some? I didn’t tell you to finish them all,” her mom pleaded.
“Why do we always have ham every December anyway?”
“Well, simply because ham is one of the Christmas symbols and it has always been a tradition,” her dad interjected.
“I don’t care about traditions! They’re just a bunch of old stuff. Look at what century we’re in now,” Jill protested.
“But honey—”
“Mom, I’m sure you can’t deny that change is inevitable in this world, so why can’t we just change our December food tradition from ham to chicken?”
“We only get to eat hams during this month, plus it’s healthier than fried chicken.”
“But I just don’t want to eat it. Why can’t we have chicken instead?”
“You’ve been eating chicken almost every week. It’s about time for you to get tired of it!” her dad reprimanded.
Without another word, Jill just drank her milk and quickly headed to school. Her parents sighed upon seeing the untouched bread with ham on Jill’s plate.
Three days before Christmas, Jill wondered why her mom still hasn’t decorated their house with the usual Christmas ornaments, which were usually placed five days to one week prior to Christmas day. Furthermore, she also noticed that not even a single gift has been wrapped.
When she asked her parents, they just both looked at her gloomily and shrugged. Jill tried to convince them of doing it together since she was already on her holiday break. But to her befuddlement, they both excused themselves, stating “busy” as their reasons.
Jill has never seen her parents act that way before. Deep down, she felt that somehow, it was her fault, but couldn’t think of anything she could’ve done to disappoint them. She tried to study, watch TV, and listen to music, however, none of them worked. This went on until Christmas and Jill felt empty on that very day, like a familiar part of her has gone missing. To retrieve that part, she unconsciously took the initiative to decorate their house and to cook all by herself without realizing that she has finally untangled the knot she made in the first place.
Many of us don’t know the meaning of ham to Christmas day. Serving ham actually came from the pre-Christian Norse tradition of killing a boar as an offering to one of the Norse gods, Freya. In AD times, a boar’s head was served as an offering to St. Stephen, whose feast day fall on the 26th of December. As times passed, diverse traditions converged that gave birth to the one we have now: Christmas ham.
In the reality of the impermanent change, traditions are no exception to this. Traditions don’t fade away; they just change or evolve to suit the current generation’s style and taste. We might think that traditions are just insignificant bunch of crap, but without these, a big part of our culture and history would be gone.
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