My daily posts have been delayed since my Thursday post because me and my little nest have been celebrating our Christmas together. You may find this odd, but then my family is odd in a sense (or more than one sense) but it is odd in a good way.
For long before I entered this world, my mother’s family have been celebrating Christmas on Christmas Eve so that the children could go to the “other” side of the family on Christmas Day. In all my 41 Christmases I have only missed one, when I was 7 and we lived in New Mexico. So, for my whole life I have spent Christmas with all my aunts, uncles, cousins and extras (our family is open and if you need a family to share, we have one). This is a highlight of my children’s lives as well. For all their lives, we have to my grandmother’s for the day then go to my parent’s house to spend the night and all wake up together on Christmas morning and eat breakfast. Then we pack up all the kids and gifts and head to Tony’s (my fabulous husband) family. As you might imagine, I am beat at the end of all this merriment, but I would not trade it for the world. When I went to college, I realized how odd my family was in the fact that I knew more than one set of grand parents and great-grand parents, knew my cousins and aunts and uncles. I had a very large safety net and support group. In this day of most families being far flung and fragmented I had a great rock. In that way, we are odd. I am so glad.
The problem that arose was with Tony’s work schedule. As a flight medic, he worked a 24 hour shift and the medical field knows no holidays. If your schedule falls on a holiday too bad. Then there was the issue that we wanted to make Christmas memories with our family at our home. What to do? There is only so much time in a day… Well, we decided that with the population increase and all that Santa might just need to divide up the delivery days. So, Santa began to hit our house on Christmas Eve morning or which ever morning fell closest to Christmas Eve and Tony was off. This has worked great for many years, but this year posed another hitch. Cheyenne, our oldest, had moved out and now had adult responsibilities, she can’t just come home and stay for a week on end so that we can all celebrate.
So, this year we moved the celebration all together. Really, it is not about the day specifically, it is about the celebration of Christ our Savior being born. That our salvation entered this world- that is the point. So, to honor God and His gift we celebrate with our family. The Hobbit was also coming out this weekend and we thought this would be a fun part of the celebration as we were all looking so forward to this movie. The movie did not disappoint, it was wonderful.
And what a wonderful weekend it was all the way around. I spent Friday preparing and Saturday cooking. Jonathan helped me with every dish I made. I am so grateful for his help. We ate by candlelight on the fancy dishes, gold-ware, gold- rimmed stem ware and Damask tablecloth. Of course, there was a small quarrel about who would light the candles- guess you never get too old to light matches. Food just tastes better on a finely set table.
Because I believe that my children are destined for greatness, I have made certain that they know table etiquette and will know what to do should they find themselves at a table with more than one fork. My older two daughters have done their share of setting the table and serving dinner, but this night was Sierra’s turn. Sierra is a bit different from my other children. It is as if she were born knowing that she should have servants, since we don’t have any servants, her father and I will do. It has been quite funny to watcher her. We do, on occasion, have hired help working on the farm and in the nursery and it never has occurred to her that she was either too young or too short to give them orders. One young man in particular was 6 foot 4 inches tall and I walked around the barn to see her at a whopping four foot 2 inches and 10 years old telling him what he needed to do (her chores of course) for the day. It is hard to describe the air with witch she carries herself, it was not a bossy or bratty way, just one of authority- apparently because he went off to do her bidding.
So, because of this she was not so crazy about some aspects of being the hostess. When Savannah asked her for more potatoes- the food was served in courses so this was not a family style meal with the food on the table- she looked at her with such a “you have got to be kidding me’ look, it cracked us up. She then got up and took Savannah’s plate. Just before she returned, Savannah said, “she had better not bring me just one potato”. Well, these two might just know each other pretty well because just as she spoke Sierra returned with her plate with one lone slice of potato on it. Sierra then proceeded to tell Savannah that she needed to go on a diet. The whole family cracked up! Of course, if you have ever seen Savannah you would know that last thing she needs is a diet. Anyway, it was a great meal and we made some great memories.
First Course: Mushroom Soup
Third Course: Pistachio and Chocolate Delight
Recipes to follow…
Now, on to the rest of the Christmas celebrations. I thank God for blessing me with so much.