This year is busy as always, but somehow I feel like Mitch and I are finally getting the hang of this “four Christmases in three days” schedule. Our craziest year by far featured no less than five dinners within 24 hours (two Christmas Eve, three Christmas Day), none of which were our own, at our own house. Last year marked the first time we had our own stockings, and this year marks our first official Christmas breakfast–complete with guest. Our weekend looks like this:
Friday night. My dad’s birthday dinner. We put 55 candles on an 8″ layer cake and then lit them all. We call it the “birthday inferno,” because it’s just that dramatic–the cake radiated heat and everything, and when Dad blew them out he splattered wax all over the table. It was rad.
Last night. Carolling/dinner/candlelit liturgy at church. This was great fun, not least because there was a complete overdose on Christmas carols and an honest-to-goodness hayride through the York neighborhood. The church looked gorgeous, the food was delicious, the kids were adorable (and hysterically funny) as they sang “Silent Night” and “Away in the Manger”–also, I got to sing soprano in a quartet (“O Magnum Mysterium”). The whole evening was a whole lot of fun.
Tonight (Christmas Eve). Christmas at my dad’s, with my aunt, uncle and two cousins. Food! Family! Presents! No birthday candles, though.
Tomorrow morning. Breakfast and stockings at our house. Eggs, grits and coffee are on the menu, and our friend Manis will be joining us for the morning. I mentioned that the cats have stockings this year, and I have it on good authority that Santa’s bringing them Fancy Feast, bizzy balls and some crazy toy that looks like a huge fluorescent fur ball with arms. That should be entertaining.
Tomorrow midday. Mitch’s family celebration. More family! food! and presents! This one seems to get bigger and bigger every year. The niece and nephew are back in town, so that’ll be fun–I always seem to end up playing cars and hanging out with the little ones rather than sitting around having sophisticated adult conversation.
Tomorrow evening. Dinner at my mom’s. This one marks the offical closing of the Christmas season with the last round of food, family and presents (and probably a Christmas nap, at some point)–it will be lovely.
So, that’s the madness of our Christmas weekend. Mercifully, all our family lives close by so we don’t have to brave the roads (though I did brave the express lane at Haggen’s this morning, and that was equally scary), and I’m excited to see everyone.
May you all have a wonderful holiday! Merry Christmas.