Holiday Guest Post by Pitch Wars Mentor Lori Goldstein!
Dec03

Holiday Guest Post by Pitch Wars Mentor Lori Goldstein!

Holiday Guest Post by Lori Goldstein When Brenda asked me to write about a family holiday tradition, my excitement swelled like a helium balloon. But after an hour in my desk chair, all I had to show for it was a flat piece of Mylar and a voice like Donald Duck. Because my family is not good at follow-through. The only holiday tradition my family managed to maintain for any length of time was “oh-so-cute” when I was three, “mildly sweet” when I was ten, and ended with a pre-teen grumble of “seriously?” when I was twelve. On Christmas Eve, my older sister and I were allowed to open one gift. The sizes and patterns may have changed from year to year, but the gift was otherwise always the same: matching pajamas. These special early gifts were merely our parents’ way of staging our Christmas morning photos. Our tradition was all about window dressing. Fortunately, what they say about necessity being the mother of invention is true. Because needing to write about a holiday tradition led to me inventing one. Last year, I watched my two nephews (in the matching pajamas I gave them . . . I guess maybe my family does have a tradition after all) tear through their gifts. Opening one after another, they attacked the pile like they were storming the beach at Normandy and neither took even a nanosecond to mourn the casualties. Afterward, hunkered down against the couch, they rehydrated and stared, shell shocked, unable to process what to play with first. My sister said next year, maybe she should spread the gifts out over the course of the day and give the kids a better chance of appreciating each one. That’s a good idea. But I have a better one. Because as good as it would be to distribute their presents over the course of one day, how much better would it be to draw them out all year? And what better gift to do this with than books? The holiday tradition I’m starting this year, which I hope will last longer than the matching PJs, is a “Year of Books.” Both of my nephews are blessed with the “book lover” gene that must run in our family. They devour books like they are made of Nutella (now there’s an idea…). They beg their school librarian to carry titles they find elsewhere and love. They proudly display books they own, pulling them off their shelves and reading them over and over again. As an aunt who lives several hours away, being able to “talk books” with my nephews bonds us and makes...

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