Holidays. There are national traditions. There are family traditions. Easy to follow, and as easy to love as they are to hate. Then you move to another country, that has different traditions. And your own country changes at the same time — in ways that are so important, albeit painful.

I come from Ukraine. I was born in the USSR. First, there was no Christmas. Only New Year’s traditions: exchange of gifts (Ded Moroz bringing you presents under the New Year’s Tree), staying up late, champagne at midnight (for adults), salads that have nothing green in them but a lot of mayo. Then, there was Christmas, in January, which was also my birthday, and since my family was not quite religious, it was only semi-celebrated. Traditional food, that’s it. Now, Ukraine celebrates Christmas on both 25th of December and on the 7th of January. But I’m not in Ukraine anymore. And holiday traditions are very tied to children. Being a parent, I feel it makes sense to conform to the cadence of gifting and to adopt some of the traditions of the country I’m in and more international. So, gifts and Santa Claus on Christmas, in December. Local food traditions too, but also, inherited family and country traditions from my childhood.

People who find themselves in a similar situation, have to make choices: when is the main gift giving? Do you spread presents across multiple dates, or consolidate in one? What do you want to cook? How do you want to celebrate, and what exactly?

This is the time when we can decide, and choose, what holiday traditions look like for our children. And we can create something unique for them — recognizing the traditions of the locality, and letting ourselves be fascinated by them, and participate in them. But also — choosing what to pass on from our ancestors; and also — what to create ourselves. With so many dogmas crumbling in my lifetime, so many things to which I opened my eyes, so many lies that history uncovered, with the world that has grown so much bigger — I feel the power to create a better narrative for my child. I finally feel the freedom not only in my would, but also the freedom to choose, and, more importantly, to build build traditions, based not just on the history, but also on the values.