Things did come together, as they always seem to do and showing once more that traditions are hard to break. Our Christerklaas celebration started at midnight, as it always does. Axel took a four hour nap which made it possible to be up about half the night, while Sita and Jim had a Christmas dinner and Steve, Tessa and I worked on our poems and packaging of the gifts.
We were done around 3:30 in the morning and tumbled into a deep sleep on our preheated bed. Christmas morning, later, we continued with what was left under the tree before tackling the task of cooking our Christmas dinner, together. Tessa and Steve had planned the meal: turkey cooked under cover of maple soaked bacon, cranberry compote made from the cranberries that Axel picked in October, just before heading out to Kabul, creamed onions, mashed potatoes, ginger almond green beans, carrots and squash.
For desert Tessa had brought a Buche de Noel from the fancy bakery near her old job – it tasted as perfect as it looked. We missed Sita and Jim for our Christmas dinner because of yet another family engagement – both our daughters have found men who come from families that split up which multiplies the number of dinners that require their presence.
And now we are off for a late after dinner Christmas celebration in central Massachusetts where Steve’s mom and sister are visiting his brother and his family. So Christmas is not quite over.
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