The source of this folklore describes a tradition her family does every year: writing down predictions for the next year at Christmas. It’s something the source’s mom did with her own mother as a child and passed down.
We write down predictions on a piece of paper at Christmas. We don’t read them until the next year. And usually you forget what you wrote. One year we all predicted if we’d be living in the same house in a year. I predicted we would and my brother predicted we wouldn’t. He was right.
Are they are predictions about the whole family or are some of them personal?
Some are personal. You write personal ones on one side of the paper and on the other side it’s usually a question we all ask each other and try to guess–like about the house.
Do you share the personal ones with the other people?
Umm… I don’t. You don’t have to. My mom definitely doesn’t either. Actually we all keep the personal ones to ourselves.
What’s the feeling you have when reading them?
I usually think my handwriting looks really weird. Like how much it’s hanged in a year. [laughs] I guess that’s not a feeling.
Well… sometimes things turn out better than you predicted or something really good happens that you would have never predicted, and you’re happy.
But sometimes things don’t go as well… you know… What’s the feeling? That’s hard to answer…
Of course. But it’s not an insignificant thing?
No, no. Right it feels very significant. Yeah for sure. It’s always felt very significant to me.