Well, it was a pretty busy holiday season, as I am sure most people can relate, tis the season and all. Having just gotten out of the hospital and not being sure if I actually would in time for Christmas, we were a little lost as to what to do. Do we stay down in the US and enjoy the warmth and his family? Do we fly to my dad’s? Do we simply go home? After a little pondering we decided that we just wanted to be together…our first Christmas together with just my husband, myself and our almost year old baby.
It is hard to believe she is almost a year old! It has been such a wretchedly chaotic year, and in basically a week she has her first birthday! It just amazes me how you blink your eyes and so much time passes by.
At any rate, we started talking to my dad, and ended up inviting them out. They were hesitant about coming but we poked at them long enough that they came. I was really happy that he agreed…yes…I admit that I am a bit of a daddy’s girl. What can I say, growing up he was my dad, my mom, and when I was sick as a kid he was my best friend for a few years, then we worked together…we are extremely close, and for me, in such a turbulent year having that foundation around at Christmas would just feel good.
Next my best friend, who has helped so damned much the past year I can’t imagine her not being here. Really she should have been the first one invited. And then it was my husband’s parents, and then brothers, and so on and so on. 17 guests lol. My dad and his significant other, my mom and hers, my husband’s parents, his brother and his other half, my best friend and her squeeze, both my brothers and their wives + 3 kids between them.
Now one of my conditions was that it is my house, my Christmas, I am the host, though admitted I would need some help…I simply couldn’t be on my feet long enough to do everything…and everyone agreed. So, for the first time in my life I became nervous about prepping a meal. I am sure most have been there, but lets put it this way…I stalked up on burgers just in case. It wasn’t that I seriously felt that I would ruin Christmas dinner, it was more nerves, and I knew I had a couple of pretty great cooks around to provide some guidance. I mean, I wanted to be pretty independent with it all, but I can also count the number of times that I have used an oven on one hand…chicken wings a couple times, fries once…and really I think that is it. A cook I am not.
Well, there were some tensions, too many cooks in the kitchen at times, but I think people knew I couldn’t handle the stress…they could see I was a bit of an emotional bubble about to burst, so people were actually pretty good, and at the end of the day I am pleased to say that things turned out amazing. Couldn’t have really asked for much better…a darned near perfect bird and stuffing, veggies were fresh and crisp, there was good conversation and spirits carried into the wee hours…even if I did have to sneak off and nap a couple of times.
I am pretty damned proud of myself, and extremely grateful for the most amazing friends and family. I can’t believe that everyone just up and dropped their holiday plans and flew in from thousands of miles away at essentially the last minute. While it started to become pretty stressful at times, it turned out amazing. The season is, for me, about friends and family, so while a cozy night with the 3 of us would have been terrific, this was the way it was supposed to be!
Sunshine and lollipops