Aaaahhhhh, the holidays. The time of year that turns sane people into absolute basket cases. From cleaning to decorating to shopping to hosting to cleaning some more, the only way to manage is to pop Ativan and chase it with shots of Vodka. What? That’s not everyone’s coping mechanism? Sheesh.
That was me a week before Christmas. Borderline cockamamie. I had no idea how the hell I was going to get it all done. So I decided whatever got done was good enough. Once I embraced the fact that I wasn’t going to win the meticulous homemaking and gracious living award I knew I could rock it. While I was only going for the participation ribbon, I committed to finishing one thing per day. Hey, no one likes an overachiever. What happened after that was nothing short of amazing.
I had the best Christmas ever. I wouldn’t change a thing. I got to wake up in my own home for the first time ever as my family travelled to us. They have finally learned it’s all about me. We shared laughs and created lots of memories. It was one for the books.
Instead of decorating like a maniac I took a girlfriend’s advice and just strung lots of lights on the tree this year. Eighteen hundred of them to be exact. I loved the simplicity of it.
We had a casual dinner with my stepfather and his partner Christmas Eve. Six minutes after arriving at their place hubs asked, “is it a prerequisite to start dropping f-bombs as soon as you’re around your stepfather?” Gee, I was just trying to fit in and have a Merry
effin’ Christmas. When in the valley …
My mom, brother and his girlfriend later came down to spend the night at our house. We all got Pooked – some of us literally – and played Taboo which was one of my 12 days of Christmas spoiling gifts. This is definitely a tradition we’ll be continuing.
Christmas morning was a slower one. Let’s just say lots of water was consumed while the caffeine percolated. The morning was once again filled with plaid and camo as the gifts from the night before were worn. As we’re just big kids the stuffing of stockings remains a tradition in our family. One person goes at a time and we note each item. Gift opening is the same as we ooh and ahh over what the others have received.
Ms. Lois celebrated her first Christmas with us. She snooped in every gift bag. Tissue paper turned out to be just as exciting as cardboard boxes are for kids.
After the fog had lifted and excitement of Santa had subsided, we had bacon and eggs for breakie. Some of the bacon made it on the turkey because, well, bacon just makes everything better.
Christmas afternoon was a quiet one. There were naps and walks in the bush. Yes plural. My mom is a wee bit directionally challenged. I’ll leave it at that.
Thankfully it was a clear day as hubs’ parents made the trek from the Toronto area and my aunt and uncle came from up the line. I had lots of help in the kitchen and the meal was fantastic. After dinner we had more laughs – some came at the expense of others – playing Taboo as we didn’t think Cards Against Humanity would go over well with all. Simply put, it was a perfect day.
What did we have for dessert you ask? My amazing mom and friends came to the rescue. The day after I put a desperate call out asking where I could purchase Christmasy type desserts, my good friend Amber showed up in her sleigh with bags (yes, more than 1) of cookies, fudge and squares. My mom whipped up her famous shortbreads and a couple of days after that I received a delivery at work of more than 6 dozen cookies from the lovely Jennifer. Now you know why I’m starting a clean eating diet on Monday.
I hope you had just as amazing of a holiday as I did no matter what it looked like. Does your family have any Christmas or other holiday traditions?0