So my Christmas dinner came and went on the 26th. It was better than I expected. It was with my brother’s extended family. They are all nice folks… but it’s not like I hang out with them all the time. My brother is great with 2 of the kids and treats them like they were his sons. I asked the hostess if she needed any help. She was trying to be polite and shooed me away.
But eventually I helped reheat some of the food in the oven (pot luck Xmas dinner), kept the gravy stirred and warm, stirred the soup, checked the potatoes, helped plate the soup… etc. She tried to get me to agree to teach her how to cook Chinese. I made a lame joke. “First you take a Chinese guy. Then you season him and put him in a pot…” *groan*
Dinner was delicious. The turkeys (2) were moist. It was simply roasted in a BBQ with basic salt, pepper and covered with bacon. All the drippings went to the gravy pot. I skipped desserts but nibbled at a lot of appetizers. I was so stuffed that I didn’t even try to get seconds. The kids already had their Christmas gifts from their parents. Tonight was round 2 for them. There was the usual noise, parents disciplining a few for being too rowdy, 3 yr old boy apologizing with mom “coaching”, kids stealing candies, kids staring at large dogs, dogs sniffing kids, and kids crying (serves them right for leaving Lego toys all over and then stepping on them afterwards).
I left a bit early to head to J’s family dinner. I just sat around and enjoyed the post dinner conversation and laughs. The kids grow up so fast. I gave J a quick foot rub because he was standing all day cooking. We watched a bit of TV and then I left to head home.
So another Christmas gone. I wonder about my parents. When I was younger I wondered what Christmas would be like without them. Lately my mind has been clouded from the dark winter days and a variety of health related issues. I’m also more conscious of the value of time. After watching my parents pass and being in the hospital earlier in the year, I made a lot of promises to myself. It’s sad, those ones are the easiest to break.
And so the journey continues. I’m older and hopefully a bit wiser.