It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas around here. I smile at our blue tree every time I walk by it. Underneath are presents…in all colors. Even the Christmas Cat has come out of hibernation to sit among the Christmas Cards.
For a non-Christian, I do Christmas well.
For years, I followed some of my mother’s Christmas Eve customs. There were scrambled eggs and bacon, there was a fruit of some sort, and usually that was all. Mother would then race upstairs to ostensibly get the presents When we all knew that mother was really upstairs frantically wrapping the presents.
Some of us waited patiently in the living room. I don’t think I was among the patient.
Even at the cottage, I would serve scrambled eggs to family and a few friends tho I wrapped the presents the moment I got them. Later in the big house, we would have up to 30 friends and family for a present exchange and scrambled eggs. Here we had smaller gatherings as our living room seats six…and the deck with heater would seat five.
I stopped serving scrambled eggs that first year we ran away from home on Christmas. Now this first year back, we are having ham, sweet potatoe casserole, salad, and Leaning Towers….those whipped cream and chocolate cookie confections that add thousands of calories to any gathering. Whipped cream is much better than eggs any time.