After juggling coffee, breakfast, and the opening of presents (some of them were complicated) with our extended ohana on Christmas morning, it was like picking the 'get out of jail free' card when it was decided that we'd eat the leftover tamales later at Leah and Oliver's house for Christmas dinner and Pete and I would just bring drinks (🙌). As we were preparing to go that evening, a little birdie reminded me that I had traditions to uphold on Christmas night so I cinched up the apron, dug out the nut roast recipe, and set the table with our traditional taper candlestick. Pete handled the gravy and mashed potatoes and it was at least two hours later, probably longer, before we sat down to eat (at our house!) and all was good. It seems our little traditions are meaningful, I love that.