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Dec. 24th, 2006 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishChristmas Eve. Mum's working tonight so I'm in charge of prepping for tomorrow. Again. This is not a bad thing, I have control issues when it comes to food. I'll work through that some other time.
In many ways I've always preferred Christmas Eve. Visiting the cribs in some of the local churches (though I missed out on the living crib due to not being presentable what with doing the henna thing today and having a head wrapped in cling film); prepping dinner; having one too many sherries (I'm the sole remaining spinster aunt, it's my job to have sherry at this time of year); wrapping the presents for under the tree; keeping the dog away from the decorations (she hates the bustle of Christmas and keeps eating them, there's something quite disconcerting about seeing a dog eating Santa baubles); visit to Hannah's grave on my own to spend some time in contemplation and most importantly Christmas Eve dinner with Dad. This is something we've done together since I was about 2. Various sisters and now nieces have joined us along the way but this is something I've always seen as "me and Dad time." The others aren't so pushed about it this year with last minute shopping for the kids (Eva) and last minute snogging of boyfriend (Martha.) It's the one tradition that I like to keep and it won't really feel really like really Christmas until after dinner with Dad happens.
After that there's going to be some frenzied last minute cleaning of house and trying to figure out how long to cook the ham for and making breadcrumbs for at least 4 different types of stuffing for tomorrow. I love stuffing. Especially apple and celery. Yummy yummy yummy. The cutlery has been polished to within an inch of its life, the Christmas tableware and placemats are sorted, the dog has been reprimanded for eating the candy canes off the tree. Christmas is nearly upon us and I'm rather relaxed.
In many ways I've always preferred Christmas Eve. Visiting the cribs in some of the local churches (though I missed out on the living crib due to not being presentable what with doing the henna thing today and having a head wrapped in cling film); prepping dinner; having one too many sherries (I'm the sole remaining spinster aunt, it's my job to have sherry at this time of year); wrapping the presents for under the tree; keeping the dog away from the decorations (she hates the bustle of Christmas and keeps eating them, there's something quite disconcerting about seeing a dog eating Santa baubles); visit to Hannah's grave on my own to spend some time in contemplation and most importantly Christmas Eve dinner with Dad. This is something we've done together since I was about 2. Various sisters and now nieces have joined us along the way but this is something I've always seen as "me and Dad time." The others aren't so pushed about it this year with last minute shopping for the kids (Eva) and last minute snogging of boyfriend (Martha.) It's the one tradition that I like to keep and it won't really feel really like really Christmas until after dinner with Dad happens.
After that there's going to be some frenzied last minute cleaning of house and trying to figure out how long to cook the ham for and making breadcrumbs for at least 4 different types of stuffing for tomorrow. I love stuffing. Especially apple and celery. Yummy yummy yummy. The cutlery has been polished to within an inch of its life, the Christmas tableware and placemats are sorted, the dog has been reprimanded for eating the candy canes off the tree. Christmas is nearly upon us and I'm rather relaxed.
