The week before Christmas is very hectic. Even though I previously purchased the basic ingredients for Christmas dinner, which are safely ensconced in the deep freeze, I decide to make Christmas goodie bags for a few locals. Don’t ask me why I do this insane thing. The Christmas cards, toons and letters barely make it out on time (well my European friends and family will be getting their cards sometime after the New Year). I think I will blame it on my Aunt Ally and my sister Rara. They both find the time this year to crank out the Xmas goodies that arrive in my mail box the week before Christmas… My Aunt crafts her usual assortment of handmade candy, and my sister bakes rum balls and thumb cookies.
I have an art show to get ready for on Thursday, a few last minute things (like salad — you can’t freeze salad — OK you can, but no one will eat it), and of course my usual accounting clients to finish up. So on Wednesday afternoon, December 22, I brave the last minute Christmas shoppers’ crowd to pick up the stuff for goodie bags: Bags, candy canes, ribbon, tissue paper, some chocolates, 6 pounds chocolate chips, coconut, sweetened condensed milk, rum, 8 pounds of butter, 9 pounds of nuts, 3 dozen eggs, 4 boxes of vanilla wafers, 2 large boxes of Rice Krispies, 6 bags of marshmallows, butterscotch, chow mien noodles, 10 pounds of apples, 10 pounds of tangerines, tea bags, cider packets, and other assorted baking ingredients… a bag of salad, a gallon of milk and a precooked chicken for dinner. Like I said, insane.
I didn’t buy enough nuts (I can either make the spiced nuts or the cookies, but not both) so I set out in the rain to get another 3-pound bag of pecans. When I get back home my husband observes, “You are wet.”
After I change out of my wet clothes, dismantle the chicken, and prepare dinner I get to work on the goodie bags. Step one-wash the fruit. Step two-find a place to open up all the goodie bags so they can be filled. Step three-line with chocolates, candy canes, tea & cider bags, and fruit. Step four-place a gallon Ziploc bag in each bag to receive the baked goods as they come out of the oven. Step five-bake. Out comes the mixer, the pans, measuring cups & spoon, the cooling racks and bowls that have not seen the light of day in at least 2 years. Er… Step five-clean all the baking utensils. Step six-bake. I am good and do not eat a single chocolate chip cookie while I am producing them, but after that I sample a lot of my stuff. Needless to say, I am maxed out on sugar.
DH wakes to a house reeking of sugar at 4 in the morning. He thoughtfully asks, “Are you going to bed?” Wired to the gills on sugar, I quickly reply, “I am in the stretch — I only have to finish up the rum balls, rice crispy treats and butter scotch haystacks…” He wisely goes back to bed. As for me I stay up until 6:30 AM; with the rum ball mixtures cooling in the frige, and a load of dishes running in the dishwasher I finally grab some Zs. I wake to my alarm 4 hours later, finish the rum balls, finish cleaning the kitchen and finish wrapping the goodie bags.
The first round of goodie bags gets dropped off on my way to Artbridge Thursdays. DH and I deliver the remainder on Christmas Eve. The last batch finds us spending a nice traditional Christmas evening with a bunch of Jewish people we know. Go fig. We all sit around munching on cold cuts, chips, dip, fruit, and of course my goodies. We talk amongst ourselves about every little thing, while 2 young girls go into sugar induced orbit, demanding attention. Some alcohol is involved, but not to excess. We depart just after midnight so I wish DH a Merry Christmas. We take the long way home viewing Christmas lights. I love Christmas lights.
During our time with the Jewish friends, DH gets invited to go plinking on Christmas day. So he gathers a couple of guns and ammo, sets an alarm and the automatic drip coffee maker. He is gone by the time I arise. It is lovely, just me, my cup of tea, my cats and the remote control all to myself.
DH returns home and regales me with the tale of his plinking trip.
Around 5 PM I started the Christmas ham with all the trimmings. My brother-in-law shows up after his 12-hour shift at the hospital just as all the food is getting done and we all stuff ourselves, while watching a perfectly awful show on the SyFy channel.
Do I get any Christmas gifts? It depends on how you look at it. The annual Xmas Cartoon and letter goes out to 160 people; during the holidays I make the rounds giving the gifts of time and camaraderie. A few people may or may not get goodie bags in any given year. I certainly receive the joyfulness of my friends as they “open” their Christmas gifts from me. As for DH and me, I think we give ourselves what we need: A little time off, a little treat in the form or food or beverage, the delight of watching our critters bound about, the pleasure of friendship. I enjoy the gift of Christmas very much.
Jake
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