My childhood lived in a very quiet neighborhood away from the big city, there we were all believers and religious, we respected the customs of our ancestors, we visited the church of the city, they were moments to be at peace and in family, sharing what there was, with the neighbors, any dispute or resentment was a moment of forgiveness and forgetting everything.
We enjoyed the Christmas dinner, the cider, the pandulce and the budin, we woke up telling and talking about stories about the boy Jesus, our holidays began on December 8 with the armed of the tree and ended on January 8 with the arrival of the Kings.
to be a father respected and transmitted these traditions with my children, I raised it from that animal, now we are just repeating these traditions with my grandchildren.
I loved your traditions. thank you very much dear friend @englishtchrivy for teaching us.
I wish you a wonderful day