We all have our own holiday traditions for this festive time of year.
When I was growing up - in a Jewish home that celebrated both Hanukah and Christmas - my mother would make us a German pancake on Christmas morning.
It seemed like the pancake took forever to rise, before my brothers and I could enjoy it with warm apple slices and a thorough dusting of powdered sugar - which she added liberally to almost everything.
We would wait and wait, but then, at the moment mom took the beauty out of the oven, we had finally given up and were nowhere to be seen.
"My pancake is falling!" mom would lament.
Even after it collapsed, the pancake still tasted delicious, with its combination of crispy dough and soft apples sweetened by the powdered sugar.
What are some of the traditions and associated stories that you've carried forward into your own family celebrations?
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