12/25/2025
Christmas Eve has always bee the main event in our family
Back when the gatherings were big, aunts, uncles, cousins, voices bouncing off every wall, the night felt loud and endless. Then time shifted, like it always does. Houses got quieter. Kids grew up. Schedules changed.
So years ago when our kids were little started a new kind of Christmas Eve tradition.
Simple. At home. Chinese takeout on the couch while we watched A Christmas Story. Chopsticks, paper cartons, and Ralphie in that pink bunny suit. And it became ours.
This year we decided to venture out.
There’s a spot, Red Dragon in Five Points Raleigh everyone keeps swearing by, so we figured, why not? When we pulled up, the line was wrapped out the door, at least 50 deep. For a second I thought we had made a huge mistake.
Turns out, that was just the takeout line.
Inside, they sat us right away.
Almost as fast as we could order a parade of dishes began like they were coming out on a conveyor belt from heaven. Egg drop soup, steamed dumplings, spring rolls, and something I haven’t seen in forever, shrimp toast.
We passed plates, laughed, and reached across the table like a Hallmark Movie. Orange chicken. House boneless duck. Beef and broccoli. Shrimp lo mein. Every bite tasted like it belonged to the night.
Owner Mei-Ling Chu and her staff were moving at full speed, but they still found time to smile, crack jokes, and treat new faces like regulars. On our way out, she stopped, smiled, and wished us all a Merry Christmas like she meant it.
And that’s the thing.
The best Christmas memories are not always the ones that stay exactly the same.
They are the ones that grow with you, shifting and stretching, making room for new places, new people, and new moments, while still holding on to the heart of what made them special in the first place.
Chinese food. Family. Laughter.
A tradition that changed, and somehow got even better. 🥡🥢🎅🏻