Today my aunt came over to my parents house and made her tostadas we all love! And so ends the three days of food that was by all, and is known as, tradition. We made tamales on the 24th. Ate the tamales at midnight with re-fried black beans while the kids opened there presents. We had breakfast at my mom and dad’s and then went over to my aunt and uncles for a big sit-down dinner. Today closed out the events and as my family all return to their own homes I am sitting back and digesting all the food I ate and wondering why I have a big smile on my face. Perhaps it is as Tevya said. “Without traditions our lives would be as shaky as…, As a fiddler on the roof!”