When my mother was younger, her little brother Garth made red and green jell-o for Christmas Eve dinner. Plain jell-o without fruit or anything fancy (against Utah tradition). The whole meal my grandpa raved and raved and raved about that jell-o, exclaiming repeatedly, "Who made that jell-o!?"
My mother and aunt were puzzled--they'd made jell-o lots of times, what was the big deal? But Garth felt like a rock star.
And thus began our family tradition of having the youngest or newest family member make plain red and green jell-o that the family makes a fuss over all Christmas Eve.
This year it was Maggie's turn. She made it wearing nothing but her diaper--in a very bad mood. But boy was it special. Well done Maggie!!