Anyway, Christmas Eve in my family has never been a huge thing. When I was younger, we would go to mass, set out our stockings for Santa (along with cookies and milk, as well as a carrot for the reindeer), and then would watch a holiday movie and go to bed. That's really all I ever knew, until I started dating an Italian guy when I was in high school and was introduced to an Italian Christmas Eve (the feast of the seven fishes), which is incredibly intense.
This year, I spent Christmas Eve with friends and my second family.
"Let's play Kings... with wine!" = worst idea ever.
One of our Kings rules was that if you broke a rule, you had to put your chin on the table until someone else broke a rule. This was a horrible, mean, cruel rule to make - but a hysterical one (especially since the others included that you were not able to point at anyone, you had to call everyone Lord or Lady, and you could not use anyone's real name.. I was Lady BS - for beautiful sweater, of course and Edwin's brother was Lord Shinyhead - we get creative).
After we were way too many hands into Kings, we realized that it was midnight, which meant that Santa was arriving. He called all the kids out first, gave them each one of their gifts, and then they went back downstairs, while the adults exchanged their Secret Santa gifts (I wound up with an infinity scarf, so major win!).
Lucky me, sitting on Santa's lap where I assured him that yes, I have been pretty good this year. I was not expecting to have to sit on his lap though, so that was quite the experience.
I go to my parents the next day, for gifts and a TON of food.
While the dining room is spotless, the great room and the angel on the tree in there could use some work (or I was too many beers in when I took this).
Cooper was very impatient.
He didn't even want to watch me open up the gift he picked out for me. Rude.
We spent the rest of the time (before and after Edwin arriving) drinking, playing Catchphrase, and talking about our favorite gifts.
My dad and his friends go somewhere in South Jersey and stomp grapes, bottle their own wine - really have the whole winemaking experience. He kept trying to get us to drink his wine (he has a case!), but we passed and focused on the beer.
If you can still find this somewhere, pick it up. It's AMAZING!
My high school friend and I also wrapped up the day by speaking to each other ONLY in quotes from Elf. This lasted from Christmas Eve through the end of Christmas Day. We've already planned that next year, our quotable movie is Home Alone. Bring it on, ya filthy animal.
So, over a month late, but it's better late than never, right?
Are you missing the holidays? (or playing catch-up like me?).
Currently: Trying to push through work, despite a massive sinus headache.