Every year, like clockwork, we’d pile into the car for the trek down to North Carolina. The mountains there always seemed to breathe out Christmas, even if the air was warmer than Vermont’s. My Nana—Dad’s mom—would meet us at Mama and Papa’s, my mom’s folks. Each visit was a patchwork quilt of traditions, quirks, and cozy chaos that still wraps around my heart like a well-loved blanket on a cold night.
The highlight of the trip? My great-grandmother’s Christmas party. And let me tell you, this wasn’t your typical family get-together. For starters, my much-older cousins would be there. Seeing them only once a year made it both thrilling and awkward. They’d ask about my life, and I’d stammer something about school or my latest toy obsession, all while feeling like the tiniest fish in a very grown-up pond.
But the party itself? That was pure holiday magic. Store-bought snacks spread out like a feast—Little Debbie Christmas tree cakes that tasted like a mix of sugar and cardboard with a wonderful coating of corn syrup and oil in your mouth, but were devoured with glee. Gifts for the kids were a must, even if they were small and practical. It wasn’t about the what, but the why—the tradition of giving, the joy of unwrapping something handed to you with love.
Dad always brought us back to the real reason we were there. He’d gather everyone, his voice deep and steady as he read the Christmas story from Luke 2. Those words floated across the room, alive with meaning—a sacred pause in the festive chaos, reminding us of the hope and love that started it all.
Then Mom would take her place at the piano, effortlessly striking up carols. We’d belt out the classics, each off-key note adding its own charm. There’s nothing quite like trying to hit the high notes in O Holy Night while standing next to a second cousin you only half-remember. Awkward? Sure. Beautiful? Absolutely. In those moments, we weren’t just family by blood—we were a choir, celebrating the season as one.
After the carols, the grown-ups turned to the man in red. “Excited for Santa?” they’d ask, and our enthusiastic nods were all the encouragement they needed. My siblings and I would race outside, ignoring Nana and Mama’s frantic calls to grab coats. We’d scan the sky, every blinking airplane light instantly transformed into Rudolph leading the way. “I see it!” one of us would shout, and the rest would squint into the darkness, caught in the magic only kids can conjure.
Sure, the party could feel a little awkward—reconnecting with relatives who were more like acquaintances. But it was grounding, too. There’s something about being with people who share your roots, even if only briefly. The laughter, the songs, the stories—they stitched us together, year after year, into something bigger than ourselves.
Looking back, those gatherings shine brighter than ever. The cardboard-flavored snacks, the nervous cousin chats, the plane-spotting antics, and the quiet reverence as Dad read the Christmas story—they’re all pieces of a memory mosaic that feels like home.
Those Christmases weren’t just holidays; they were lessons in tradition, family, and the beauty of togetherness. And now, as I reflect, I see how they mirror something deeper, something ancient—traditions like Passover and Hanukkah that also weave stories of hope, faith, and God’s faithfulness through the generations.
At my great-grandmother’s party, we came together to remember the birth of Christ and to reconnect as family. Passover and Hanukkah do the same—drawing families to reflect on God’s provision and redemption. Whether it was Dad reading from Luke or the Israelites recounting the Exodus, the heart of it was the same: gathering to remember, to honor, and to hope.
And just like we’d huddle together to “spot” Santa in the night sky, those ancient traditions celebrate signs of deliverance and light—God’s presence breaking through darkness. They remind us that no matter how scattered we may feel, coming together for what truly matters anchors us in hope, love, and His promises.
So this season, whether it’s with store-bought snacks or sacred stories, let’s gather, remember, and celebrate the ties that bind us. After all, those ties—woven with faith, family, and a little holiday magic—are the real gift that keeps on giving.
Exodus 13:5-8 and 15:22-27 are bursting with themes of divine hospitality that tie beautifully into the holiday seasons of Passover, Christmas, and Hanukkah. These moments of God’s provision and guidance offer a deeper understanding of how we, too, can extend hospitality to others, rooted in memory, community, and transformation. Let’s dive in and explore the connections between these sacred stories and the holidays we celebrate today.
In Exodus 13:5-8, God promises the Israelites a land “flowing with milk and honey,” a lush and abundant home after their journey from slavery. This image isn’t just about survival—it’s about thriving, much like the joy we experience during Christmas feasts or Hanukkah celebrations.
The promise of milk and honey is a stark contrast to the unleavened bread and bitter herbs of the Passover meal, reminding the Israelites of their journey from scarcity to abundance. The birth of Christ echoes this promise. Jesus, the “Bread of Life” born in Bethlehem (the “House of Bread”), comes to bring spiritual abundance to a world in darkness. In the Hanukkah miracle of the oil lasting eight days is another testament to God’s provision. Just as the Israelites received daily manna in the wilderness, the oil symbolizes God’s sustaining power in times of need. God’s hospitality invites us to reflect on how we can create abundance in our own lives and homes—not necessarily with material wealth but with generosity, kindness, and warmth that bring others joy and comfort.
Rituals like eating unleavened bread, lighting menorahs, or retelling the Christmas story are vital to keeping traditions alive and fostering connection.
Eating unleavened bread during Passover connects the Israelites to their history, a communal reminder of their escape from Egypt. Lighting the menorah recalls the miracle of the oil and the rededication of the temple, symbolizing hope and faith in God’s provision. The lighting of candles and stringing of lights during Christmas reflects the arrival of Christ as the Light of the World, illuminating our lives with His grace. The Lighting of Christmas Lights also is an Irish tradition to show that there is room in our hearts for the new Christ child in our homes.
Each tradition emphasizes the importance of memory and teaching, passing down stories of God’s faithfulness to the next generation. Whether it’s through a shared meal or lighting candles together, these moments foster a sense of belonging and purpose, teaching us to see God’s hand in both the everyday and the extraordinary.
Exodus 15:22-27 recounts the Israelites encountering bitter water at Marah, only for God to transform it into sweet, drinkable water. This act of provision parallels the ways God brings light and hope through Hanukkah and Christmas. The menorah lights shining in the darkness of oppression mirror the transformation of bitterness into sweetness—a reminder of God’s power to turn despair into hope. Christ’s arrival is the ultimate act of sweetening life’s bitterness. He turns sorrow into joy, sin into redemption, and hopelessness into eternal promise.
Hospitality during the holidays reminds us to meet people where they are, offering grace and understanding. Whether it’s helping someone carry their burdens or simply sharing a meal, we can be instruments of God’s sweetness in a bitter world.
The unleavened bread of Passover, the oil of Hanukkah, and the Bread of Life born at Christmas all speak to God’s desire to nourish His people—body, mind, and spirit.
The unleavened bread reminds us to strip away distractions and focus on God’s provision. The oil that kept the menorah burning symbolizes the sustaining power of God’s presence in our lives. Jesus, the Bread of Life, offers spiritual nourishment that transcends physical needs, connecting us to God in a way no earthly meal can. As we celebrate these holidays, let’s embrace the deeper meaning of these symbols, sharing not just food but the spiritual sustenance of love, faith, and kindness.
From the blood of the Passover lamb to the miraculous light of Hanukkah and the birth of Christ, each story reveals God’s balance of justice and mercy. The lamb’s blood marked the Israelites for salvation, a precursor to Christ’s sacrifice on the cross. The rededication of the temple reflects God’s justice in restoring His people and His mercy in sustaining them. The birth of Christ marks God’s ultimate act of mercy, offering redemption to all who believe. This holiday season, let’s embody that justice and mercy by extending grace to others. Whether it’s forgiving a wrong, helping someone in need, or simply offering a kind word, our actions can reflect the heart of God.
Passover, Hanukkah, and Christmas each invite us into a story of radical hospitality—a call to open our homes, our hearts, and our lives to others. Host a meal that welcomes the lonely or marginalized. Share your light, both figuratively and literally, with those in darkness. Teach your children and others the stories of God’s faithfulness, weaving them into the fabric of your celebrations.
This holiday season, let’s take the lessons of these sacred stories to heart, creating spaces of warmth, generosity, and love. After all, the true essence of these holidays isn’t just in the rituals or traditions—it’s in the relationships we build and the love we share, reflecting God’s ultimate hospitality to us all.



