Okay, I know I promised at least 2 posts a week, but you really can’t blame me… Right?
Christmas and everything up until ten minutes ago has been ridiculously crazy in my house. Family drama, financial situations, child support issues, etc etc etc. To be truthfully honest with you all I completely forgot I *had* a blog for a few days!
In the midst of all the above, we did manage to have a moderately nice Christmas Eve. We picked up my step-daughter in the evening, had the first “family dinner” we’ve had in a LONG time at the local Denny’s, enjoyed my 14 month old sitting at the table in a big girl booster seat, went home and unwrapped presents (because my step-daughter had to be back to her mother’s early the next morning) and spent the evening watching the girls play together wonderfully — despite their 5 year age difference.
Yes, Christmas Eve was probably one of my favorites since having our own family. It was just the week before and the nearly 2 weeks after that has my head spinning.
Do you enjoy the holidays? Growing up, it was the best time of year. My grandparents would always be the hosts for our HUGE family lunch. Grandma and I would spend weeks baking our butts off in preparation for nearly 100 people to pack our house Christmas Day. Cookies of all kinds, breads, candies, you name it – we made it.
Christmas Eve, I’d go to bed extra early so I could be up extra early. In the morning, I’d wake up to the smell of French Toast and maple syrup waiting for me in the kitchen. After (and ONLY after) we all ate breakfast, it was time for stockings. Mine always had an orange in the bottom and was filled with my favorite candies and Avon jewelry from Grandma.
Presents were then passed out by my Uncle Jimmy. We all had to wait until ALL the gifts were handed out before we could open them. Then, it was a solid 45 minutes of Oos and Ahs as we tore into paper and boxes to reveal our new toys, clothes and nick nacks.
Every year, you could count on getting new PJs (that we changed into after gifts were opened and kept on the remainder of the day) as well as gloves — grandma always sprung for the good stuff and got me Isotoners!
Lunch was served at EXACTLY 1pm and included turkeys, hams, mashed potatoes, pan gravy, olives, rolls, stuffing and yams. As people finished up lunch and dessert, the number of people dwindled until it was just grandma, papa and me. Together, we’d clean up then enjoy the rest of the day sleeping or, in my case, playing with whatever cool stuff I got that year.
Christmas was the shiz. It was literally the one day I looked forward to all year long.
Now, most of the family doesn’t speak to one another. The time leading up to Christmas is spent arguing over how each of us should be living our lives, how crappy things are, why there isn’t enough money to do this or that and trying to figure out how to include everyone.
Looking back, I wish I would’ve cherished those Christmas days in my childhood. The drama of the family kept away from my innocent ears. I try to figure out how to do the same thing my grandma and papa did for me and create a Christmas that my kids will cherish but drama seems to be lurking everywhere. Just waiting to pounce on every lick of hope I have for a Christmas of yesteryear.