Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays! Whatever! Hope it’s all good.
Christmas Even went wonderfully here. Our friends came over and we all feasted on Ham and Various Side Dishes, followed by gluttonous reveling in Dessert. My friend Alis made this chocolate lava bunt cake that was yummy. The crust on my pumpkin pies came out tough as hell yet again. Very stressful, the pie thing. Gifts were exchanged among the children, and all rejoiced. There was Bailey’s Irish Cream applied to hot caffeinated after-dinner beverages. Little girls ran about the room in colorful and floofy Christmas attire. Puns were made. All Very Good.
That evening, we went to church. The girls played happily in the nursery, so happily that they didn’t want to leave and come home in fact, while Sweet Babou and I were in the service. Usually the highlight of the service is, for me, when everyone lights candles (you know, when the flame is passed from person to person with those skinny white candles with paper tutus) and sings Silent Night in the darkened church. Very, very lovely. However, this year my favorite part was when my husband dropped his communion wafer into the chalice of wine when he was trying to dunk it, requiring a priest to fish it out for him. The tears streaming down his face were not from a moving religious experience, but from the hilarity of the priest’s shock and dismay. Greatness.
Then we drove home, detouring to look at Christmas lights, while soft fat snowflakes floated down around us. Seriously, it looked like a sappy movie set, it was that perfect.
Finally, we got the girls to bed. Whereupon the always welcome Santa Claus placed the toys and goodies he had brought on his sleigh under the tree. He also loaded their stockings down with a heap o’ candy. In return, he got to eat homemade chocolate chip cookies and drink milk, to which amaretto was added for ‘flavor’. I felt safe giving him alcohol because, although he is “driving”, I think the reindeer are the ones really in charge. Who ever heard of a drunk sleighing accident? Honestly.
This morning the girls gleefully discovered the presents and lo, there was much happiness. They lost their minds with the excitement of ripping the wrapping paper off. It didn’t really matter what was in each box, they still squealed that it was a great present. Lilo told me it was the Best. Christmas. Ever. Her heart is very pure. Stitch got a cheap-yet-working toy keyboard and is thrilled to the teeth. The baby flapped her arms and legs at the wonder and glory of tearing tissue paper. Now, I will fry bacon and make biscuits, eggs, and stewed apples for our brunch.
In all, a very good yuletide. Hope you all have as much fun!!