“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, jackfrost nipping at your nose…..”
Well, no open fires allowed in California (for obvious reasons), and we’re a tad short on jackfrost. But Christmas Eve remained every bit of magic Nat King Cole promises in his Christmas song.
We went to church around 5pm, so getting extra fancy was necessary. I’d have dressed up regardless because any self-respecting Christmas addict has a Christmas Eve dress. It’s a fact!
After my family humored me with a pre-church fashion shoot, we were off. Hearing a child screaming “PAR RUM PUM PUM PUM,” during the Little Drummer Boy made sitting through a lengthy reenactment of the nativity rather enjoyable.
We zipped home and found Grammy and Grandpa, and with all of our forces combined, got dinner on the table in minutes. Dad and I had to stop for a quick dance break, reviving the days we used to take ballroom dance together.
Christmas Eve happens to be my brother’s birthday, so my sister always makes spaghetti and meatballs per his request….and the rest of us are NOT complaining. We feasted and drank wine, talked and laughed, reminisced and were thankful for the time. And then…..the birthday crown emerged! This crown has been worn for over 2 decades by us children (brought home from school by the man of the hour), and has been lovingly nicknamed “The Crown of Thorns,” due to it’s many staples and being rather painful to wear. However, it’s a classic, and I demanded he wear it while eating cake and opening presents.
I could not have asked for a better Christmas Eve.