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> "Dave Smith" <
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>> My mother used to do her Christmas baking well in advance of the
>> Christmas season. She did light and dark fruit cakes, shortbreads,
>> brownies, and at at least a half dozen varieties of other cookies plus
>> mince meat tarts. Everything went into the freezer and could be taken out
>> an hour or two before serving.
>>
>> She used to have the whole family plus a few friends and extended family.
>> She was always so well prepared that Christmas dinner was presented
>> without any fuss or hassles.
>
> I've always loved this essay and get a good laugh out of it, don't know
> who wrote it though. It seems appropriate here. LOL
>
>
> "First, the whole Inchon-like planning of Christmas invariably falls to
> the
> mother. (I've always wondered why feminists fail to include "celebration
> management" in their lists of complaints against men--it's a far bigger
> and
> more exhausting task than loading the dishwasher.) Beginning weeks in
> advance, the mother must coordinate the arrival of relatives, tally
> supplies, and review the timing of events again and again. She must shop
> and
> re-shop until she is certain the allotment of all the presents is "fair."
> Children possess the gimlet eye of a gangster's moll. They know exactly
> how
> much a gift costs and whether their brothers or sisters have received
> something "better." You may complain all you like about the "materialism
> ruining the spirit of the holiday." It is the mother who knows: Without
> gift
> parity there can be no family harmony.
>
> Even after the tree is decorated and the egg nog poured, the mother can't
> relax. Every few moments she must jump up to check the turkey or prevent
> the
> Lab from eating the candy canes on the low-hanging branches. The phone
> rings
> with news of sick or late-arriving guests; plans are regrouped, chairs
> added
> or removed from the table. Someone is dispatched to the 24-hour 7/11 for
> tinned cranberry sauce because somehow--can you believe it?--Mom forgot to
> make cranberry sauce.
>
> All these worries are supposed to be put aside for church service on
> Christmas Eve or day. Here--at last!--is the "soul" of the holiday. Or so
> you hope. Maybe the priest has decided to preach at extra length about
> global warming. At my family's church, the minister used to take peculiar
> pleasure in making us sing unpopular carols--as if avoiding the popular
> ones
> was somehow more "improving." The congregation would mumble grumpily
> through
> the unfamiliar tunes. Our "short" Christmas Eve service would last well
> past
> midnight. By then, we children would be clawing at my mother's nylons:
> What
> if we'd MISSED Santa??
>
> Finally comes the great morning itself. Months of work are consumed in
> about
> eight minutes. A carnage of gift wrapping glitters across the carpet. The
> children, ungrateful little beasts, immediately declare they're "bored."
> The
> turkey is, like, 72 hours away. Dad is crumpled into the corner of the
> sofa
> in an improbable sweater. Mom's exhausted--bleary-eyed from staying up
> until
> 1 a.m. to wrap the last presents, fill the stockings, and ensure the
> turkey
> was ready to be placed in the oven at 7 a.m. She declares the holiday
> "started" and reaches for the booze....
Yes! I get sooo tired of being told that I did nothing. Somehow those
presents just appeared under the tree, all wrapped and stuff.
I did not do the Christmas ball last year and I won't this year. That took
up a lot of my time but the family celebrations just aren't the same with my
dad gone. And everyone is so busy with other things. I still have some
Christmas Crackers left from last year. They should be fine unless they
have gum or candy in them.
I no longer knock myself out with cooking either. Nobody in this house
appreciates it. I have no clue what I will make for Christmas dinner but it
will likely be what we normally eat and maybe I'll just buy a pie or
something. I don't even wrap presents any more. I use gift bags. And I
don't go all out with the decorating either. Just too much work and too
little reward.