Family Christmas pajamas: Shoddy Goods 076
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Hey, merry almost-Christmas! Jason Toon here with a stocking-stuffer-sized Shoddy Goods, the newsletter from Meh about consumer culture. This time out, I let the pictures do more of the talking so you can spend more time with the people you care about and less with me - consider that my Christmas gift to you!

With jammies like these, who needs blankets?
Will you and your family wake up in matching pajamas on Christmas morning? It’s a thing these days, a kitschy, silly way to heighten the sense of occasion. Like all uniforms (but more fun), they make the people who wear them feel closer together. It’s also an easy way to fill a gift slot for everyone in the family, not a trivial concern for busy parents.
So, when and where did this all get started? And how “traditional” is it, really?
The ‘50s: “Close Harmony”
Matching pajamas for Christmas morning seems like an old-timey thing, redolent of a day when families were closer, and people got more into the spirit of Christmas. Well, not to get all Grinchy, but they’re a commercial creation with a very specific start date. Family Christmas sleepwear sets started showing up in catalogs and ads in 1957. (There’d been father-son, mother-daughter, and husband-wife pajama sets before, but not for the whole family, nor with a Christmas angle.) At this point, red and white are the only colors, which is not only a Santa Claus-approved colorway but equally suitable for all ages and genders.

Already some of these kids don’t look thrilled
My guess is that somebody in the apparel industry realized December 25 is pretty much the one morning everybody sits around in their pajamas with their families, and asked the question he got paid to ask: how can we make money from this? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. These vibrant Yuletide uniforms have an undeniable cheesy, cozy, cutesy charm, whatever the motives behind their creation.
The ‘60s: “Family Pajama Party”
As those kids grew up and wanted to be cool, though, that cheesiness became a liability. Matching PJs started to feel passe, a relic of the Ike age unsuited (sorry) to the tempestuous ‘60s. Sears and Montgomery Ward tried to juice the formula with new stylistic influences, like Western and Nordic. Blue joined the red-and-white mix for the first time.

Bedtime at the ski ranch
The tweaks don’t seem to have made much difference. For aspiring young longhairs, the cultural headwinds made dressing up like your parents a non-starter - indeed, the whole concept of pajamas was suspiciously uptight, let alone paying The Man for a special set to only wear around Christmas. By mid-decade, family pajama sets had virtually disappeared from the market, and they’d stay gone for several years. They were just too Ozzie & Harriet for a Woodstock world.
The ‘70s: “Classic Country Look”
A funny thing happened on the way to the future: family Christmas pajamas made a comeback, just when those boomer kids were starting to have kids of their own. This time, there was more of an attempt to differentiate the adults’ sleepwear from the kids’, and male from female. Rather than a uniform, the family PJs of the ‘70s tended toward coordinated variations on a design theme.

Just an ol’-fashioned downhome polyester Christmas
As with the era’s home decor, these sets often used “country” elements to evoke an earlier era of coordinated family pajamas that never existed. Historical accuracy aside, young boomer parents could enjoy the nostalgia of their own childhood Christmases while maintaining a distinct look for every me in the Me Generation family.
Of course, today, matching family PJs are a Christmas fixture like never before. After another low point on the fam-jammies cycle in the ‘80s, they came roaring back in the ‘90s by hip brands like Hanna Andersson. In our nothing-ever-dies era, they’re big sellers from Target and Old Navy on down, you can get them in the full spectrum of licensed pop-culture properties, and they starred in a [Taylor Swift video. If this family Christmas pajama revival keeps up, I might have to remove the quotes from “tradition”.
Yep, we do the family Christmas pajamas. We also do stockings for the whole family. Heading down the stairs together, and then spending a little time poking through the little gifts, obligatory orange, and random candies while we’re still waking up with the cup of coffee is essential. Or I thought it was, until I found out my wife’s family skips the whole deal and jumps right to the presents. What!?
What holiday traditions to you indulge in, and which do you avoid? Let’s hear about ‘em in this week’s Shoddy Goods chat.
—Dave (and the rest of Meh)
’Twas the newsletter before Christmas, and down in the footer, story links were stirring to Shoddy Goods’ most gooder:
Yep, we do the family Christmas pajamas. We also do stockings for the whole family. Heading down the stairs together, and then spending a little time poking through the little gifts, obligatory orange, and random candies while we’re still waking up with the cup of coffee is essential. Or I thought it was, until I found out my wife’s family skips the whole deal and jumps right to the presents. What!?
What holiday traditions to you indulge in, and which do you avoid?
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When one of my kids was 4, she asked Santa for a magic wand so she could have donuts any time she wanted. Well, she didn’t get a magic wand, but Santa left her fresh donuts on Christmas morning. That started our tradition of Christmas donuts. We already have them ordered for this year, scheduled to be picked up at 2pm on Christmas Eve. It’s been almost 10 years now that we’ve done this

@mbersiam
Aww… what a great story!
We do cinnamon rolls and hot cocoa before
presents.
This started as a way to keep the kids out of the living room until daddy was awake and dressed. “If you don’t smell the coca & cinnamon then you don’t come downstairs yet!” Gave us time to roll in any ‘big’ gifts and deal with the furry kid’s needs before the big event started. They still expect cinnamon rolls and hot coca before presents are passed around.
When we were little we weren’t aloud to open presents before mom had her coffee. I swear coffee machines brew a lot faster than they did in the 80’s. It didn’t help that she couldn’t even set the coffee up in the machine the night before. We always started with our stocking first though while mom got her coffee in so she could wake up and take pictures of us opening the rest of our presents. We never had any rules about staying in our rooms until mom and dad were up but we could never wake them up before 8am. I remember one year my brother and I woke up at 5am, that was the longest 3 hours ever.
I don’t have any kids (never could have them) but I have a little nephew and as a family we do Christmas Day. It’s funny to see him with the presents and how excited he gets and how he can’t wait to open them. We do them after we have drinks and eat dinner. So to keep him occupied I bring a big stocking of stuff and allow him to open that while we do drinks and of course he’s the first one done with dinner so I hurry too and make him sort all the presents into piles for everybody. He lines up his presents in a row and we count them, which one is the biggest, smallest, heaviest, lightest and then when everybody is finished eating and stuff is put away we can finally open presents.
@Star2236
You sound little like a
greatwonderful aunt!We always had dad’s homemade chili Christmas Eve and then would attend Midnight Mass at church with the surge of all the “Chreasters” (people that just attended church on Christmas and Easter) ha ha. I think it used to start at 11PM so one could take communion more or less at midnight. It was always a beautiful candle-lit service, the highlight being singing Silent Night.
We were allowed to open 1 gift on Christmas eve. Usually mom would help guide which gift would be best.
But we’re older now. This year the family ( what’s left of it) is meeting for the 7:30 PM service, and afterwards caravanning to my older brother’s home for a Spaghetti dinner.
@therealjrn
I forgot about church. We would always delay my dad in hopes of there would be no parking so we couldn’t go and then we wound up standing the entire time.
Never ever done the PJ’s thing. My dad wore PJ’s
I don’t, my daughter doesn’t. Dunno about her spouse.
When my daughter was in high school in the early to mid 90’s they had to write about holiday traditions in their family. She wrote quite succinctly that her mother was a nurse and what they ate on a given ‘holiday’ was just another meal. Her lack of religiosity showed early. LOL. I think the year she wrote this we had ‘dinner’ in the hospital cafeteria with my ex (then still partner) and the intern on call. I believe it was tacos or something easily transportable,
@Cerridwyn
Over the (30+years) I ate half of my Christmas meals in the ER… mostly sitting at a computer keyboard (or paper chart back in the day). To be totally honest, I wouldn’t trade those days for anything. The sense of being needed, and the opportunity to make people’s Christmas day a bit brighter by my comportment and behavior was well worth it.
(Of course, since I worked second shift I still had Christmas morning around the tree with the kids and all the presents/wrapping paper until 2:30 in the afternoon every year.)
I don’t remember exactly when it started but my mom started making breakfast pizza. I continue that tradition. We never did matching pajamas but my uncle started wearing Christmas socks and we picked up that tradition as well.
These days boyfriend and I wear our Bucees flannel Christmas lounge pants which is sorta like pajamas I suppose.
I think I’ve spoken of this before, but we had several things that were carryovers from mostly my wife’s family traditions.
The kids were allowed to wake us after 8:00, generally accompanied by banging wooden spoons on pots and pans and singing jingle bells at the top of their voices at our bedrooom door.
This was our cue to get dressed, which generally involved lounge pants or sweats and a t-shirt for me, maybe some sort of PJs or a similar outfit for my wife. We did do matching ELF PJs at my daughter’s house a couple of years when we went to Nashville (since Christmas fell on my off week) a few years back.
Wife & I made an orange coffee cake and opened a bottle of champagne and brewed coffee while the kids went through their stockings. Typical fare of small wrapped presents, some unwrapped presents, candies, and of course, as previously mentioned by someone else, the obligatory orange in the toe.
In the stocking was a small piece of paper with a clue which led the kids on a treasure hunt throughout the house to keep them busy while the baking and coffee brewing was going on. When the kids were little these consisted of rudimentary stick figures/line drawings, then progressed into simple riddles/questions, then haiku or rhymed couplets or stanzas with a riddle as they got older. As they went from one clue to the next they would generally go through 6-8 (or more) spots throughout the house. At the end of their hunt was a small package which they were allowed to open. Many a Christmas eve found my wife and I huddled at the table at midnight, drinking home-made (and thus spiked) eggnog while creating clues for the treasure hunt the next morning!
By this time the coffee cake was in the oven, coffee brewed, and the champagne was poured, so we would settle into the living room by the Christmas tree. It was one person’s job to dispense the packages, which we did one at a time taking turns opening each one so we could ooh & aahhh (or laugh) over the gift received. No mad dash and flinging paper around in this house. At some point the coffee cake came out of the oven and we would all have a piece with coffee or hot chocolate, tea, eggnog, champagne, or whatever libation each person wanted. Present opening was leisurely and enjoyed by all. The entire process frequently took 3-4 hours to accomplish. Christmas morning was pretty chill.
My in-laws were divorced, so the kids got an extra set of presents from them as well as those from my side of the family each year. We would set aside a dozen items for the kids to open over the following 12 Days of Christmas, with the culmination on Epiphany. This helped with the glut of items that they got some years, and it was easy to throw a few small needed things in there if there wasn’t an abundance of gifts to dispense over that time.
Alas, the kids (and now grandkids) are gone and scattered to the wind, and it’s not always easy or possible to get together as a family all in one place for Christmas each year. SWMBO and I have started to travel at Christmas time (in fact last year we flew to St Lucia on Christmas day) . This takes off some of the pressure of trying to get together to do Christmas. On many years we will do Thanksgiving together and exchange events/activities rather than presents at that time. This is working better and better as the grandkids get older.
It’s been fun watching our daughter and her family develop their own traditions. They have Incorporated some of ours as well as some of my son-in-law’s then added their own twists, like the matching PJ’s… Which brings us back full circle to the topic at hand.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night
@chienfou



Those are wonderful traditions and great memories! Very similar to what we did growing up! I almost shed a tear reading how the family is now spread out for the holidays. Even though your situation isn’t about your kids not having time to spend (holidays) with you, it made me think of the song, an old favorite, “Cat’s in the Cradle” by Harry Chapin.
It’s fantastic you and your wife are now traveling for the holiday, maybe the kids will join you in the future.
Merry Christmas!
@Lynnerizer
our plan is to try and take a big family trip all together next Christmas time. Figure that would be a good use for some of the money that will come from Mom’s estate when we finally sell her house (hopefully in the near future)
Always loved Harry’s work. We had an opportunity to see him shortly before he died. cats in the cradle was always one of my favorite songs of his. Thankfully our kids have stayed in close contact with us and it’s not so much desire as logistics that are the issue. Trying to build relationships with the grandkids so that they will feel inclined to hang out with us as they get older as well.
@chienfou
Unfortunately our son doesn’t want to take time off from work, he THINKS he doesn’t have time.
Before he knows it his 10 year old is going to be getting married or chasing his career, and, well, we know what that means, …yup, ⁴grandkids.
I think it’s wild how a ten year old looks so much younger the older I get. Lol 

Getting away with the family is something that I’ve been dreaming about for several YEARS. Maybe NOW that I’m finally able to breathe better it’ll become MORE THAN just a dream.
This crazy life is definitely a trip!
This year, @puppycat made the whole family Christmas-themed shirts for us to wear while we drive around light peeping this year.
But we generally don’t do the matching thing.
Our holiday traditions include -
@Thumperchick
That doesn’t sound like a bad Christmas at all
My sister and I would bring the stockings into our parents bedroom where we’d open them up, but not before getting my mom’s coffee and bringing that to her as well. We’d always have a orange in the toe, nuts and a few little toys and girly things. Church was always the night before with the midnight mass. That was it until after dinner, somewhere in the late afternoon between 4 & 6pm was when we’d open gifts from under the tree. We’d wait for after dinner so the grandparents could enjoy the Christmas festivities.




We “THOUGHT” we hated it when we were young but as we were grown and our grandparents were no longer with us, we were given the choice to open gifts early and both of us opted to wait! Till this day, when we’re all together, even if it’s just the white elephant exchange, it’s our preference to open gifts after dinner. It’s nice to have something to look forward to.
/giphy Merry Christmas
@Lynnerizer
Waiting it out kind of puts the whole present thing in a little better perspective.