Oh, I know what some of you are thinking! Christmas? Please! That’s so 2011. Yes, I know it’s a new year, and the blogging world has in large part moved onto goals and resolutions and organizational tips. After all, most everyone is back to work or back to school. Me, I’m just coming up for air after working hard to meet several work deadlines that relentlessly came just before and after Christmas Day. Still, we managed to have a wonderful holiday, and although the decorations are packed and the thank-you notes are in the mail, we’re still celebrating and looking forward to a fabulous Twelfth Night party on January 6th. I’m sure I’ll post about that, but in the meantime, here’s a look at our holiday.
We spent the weekend before Christmas in sunny Florida, where the Mister, Middle, and Niece 3 enjoyed a nip of nog in the Mister’s parents’ log house. (Yes, the Mister’s wearing mouse ears. No, the eggnog wasn’t spiked.)
The Mister’s handsome dad enjoyed a nip of something else as we waited to see the beautiful Candlelight Processional at Epcot in Walt Disney World. The night we attended Broadway legend Chita Rivera read the story of the birth of Christ, and she was wonderful. The cast member and guest choirs joined with the Voices of Liberty to present the story in hymns and sacred carols with superb orchestral accompaniment. Attending “Candlelight” was an annual tradition when we lived in central Florida, and we were so happy to be able to return, taking the Mister’s folks for a couple of days in the park.
Little was pleased to see that she had the same size handprint as one of her favorite actresses.Middle was relieved to see that at least one other being on the planet has a larger foot than he does! Seems like old times—Big, Middle, and Little together at Disney. This was as close as I got to antiquing on this trip, which—let me tell you—was not very close! Still, I was grateful not to be stuck in our hotel room at Riverside, writing and editing like a fiend. Once home, we made cookies for Santa.
We went to church on Christmas Eve. And these three little cherubs read the Gospel story of the birth of Jesus. The church was packed—maybe about 1,200 worshippers—but no one seemed nervous reading.We wrapped presents, although some of them may not have been tagged. Personally, I think it adds to the excitement as everyone waits on me to remember whose gift is whose.
Our tradition has always been that the children wait at the top of the stairs until they hear the sleigh bells ring. Then they can come downstairs and open their stockings. This gives the Mister and me a chance to make the coffee, light the tree and the fire, put the breakfast treats in the oven, and make sure we have a camera handy. This year my dad joined them in their stair top waiting.
In fact, this may be the best shot I got of him this year!We don’t dress on Christmas morning, although this picture makes me want to ask Santa for a little turkey neck tuck. And all that plaid—yikes!
Clearly, we had a little clean-up to do, but for once, I did not immediately turn into sergeant-martyr mom, and just let things be. For a bit.Sausage egg casserole, biscuits, and sectioned citrus were pretty tasty. We always do crackers at Christmas breakfast. (See how beautifully Middle is ruining this picture?)
We had a fabulous Christmas dinner, if I do say so myself—rib roast, creamed spinach, roasted grape tomatoes, and garlic mashed potatoes. I didn’t take any pictures until I served dessert, red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.
A few hours after dinner, we somehow managed to roll ourselves to our dear friends the R’s home for another dessert! It’s our Christmas tradition to visit their beautiful home on Christmas night, and it is always great fun. This year their lovely daughter remembered when she was taller than both her pals—but not any more. And for dessert?
She just whipped up some Grand Marnier creme brulee.
And that’s how we celebrated Christmas Day.