How different is Christmas these days…
First, there were the Christmas celebrations of my childhood, surrounded by my parents and sisters, great aunts and uncles, grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins…coffee for the parents first, then stockings, then breakfast THEN the presents…a box for each of the four of us to hold each gift as it was unwrapped, the train set that snaked its way around my aunt’s house, the tables full of people and food, playing with new toys and dolls, throwing the football with dad out in the street in front of my aunt’s house…then there was the Christmas I had the chicken pox and was relegated with my box to one corner so I would expose anyone else (of course, each of my sisters came down with them later)…too many to name, but delightful to remember.
Then there were the Christmases with my boyfriend/now husband, with a tiny Norfolk Island Pine with tiny decorations and a few presents underneath, followed by cooking and eating yummy food and remember with fondness and love.
Then the real fun began…Christmas with our kids…obscene riots of packages under the tree…skates, bicycles, skateboards that could or could not be played with immediately, depending on the climate of our then-current town…bags of wrapping paper to be recycled afterwards, cooking together the Christmas dinner, putting together toys and puzzles and playing whatever new technological marvel was the de rigueur gift of the year…I was terrible at stockings, copied my mom’s, wish now that I had made them special. I wonder what my children remember of those Christmas celebrations?
Now, Christmas is a pleasant, quiet celebration of family (mum- and dad-in-law are down from Downeast) and food. We decorated our Norfolk Island pine again, this year with tiny sparkly stick-on bows. The day will be more about food than festivities. Scrambled eggs and turkey bacon with freshly squeezed orange juice (well, half-and-half squeezed with boxed fresh), ham for sandwiches and picking, the boneless leg of lamb will be on the rotisserie this afternoon, to be served with roasted potatoes and butternut squash and homemade mint sauce (by my own hands and mint). It has turned into another one of those “Thanksgiving” holidays…we are so thankful that our kids and sibs and parents and cousins and aunts and uncles are well and living good lives and are good people and, most importantly, that we have each other. We are all very lucky.
OK, sounds the like the house may be waking up, so off to begin the day. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good day! (loosely misquoted)