Christmas Cheers

It’s eerie.

I have all the presents.  The wrapped ones are wrapped, the sent ones are sent, the handmade ones are handmade, wrapped and sent.

Christmas Lunch is at my place this year, my father keeps inviting extras and changing the schedule to suit himself.  I haven’t cooked a single pre-prepare thing yet; and the weather forecast keeps changing.  As a result I have changed my mind several times: deciding to cook the ham and turkey buffes the night before and preparing a cold meat buffet with some appropriately celebratory colored and crisp salads in order to prevent heating our house up with the oven on from daybreak and overcooking our guests with our lack of A/C (when nobody’s here I lie on the cool tiles under the ceiling fan, until the sun has left the verandah side, and then I waft out there with a glass of something cold and dewy and gin-like). 

Now, however, I’m thinking it will be bacon wrapped waterchestnuts for horses doovers, plum glazed ham on the barbecue, slow cooker mashed potato, turkey buffes (light and dark meats) in the oven, Nigella’s mini-marshmallow topped sweet potatoes, Gravy, Moulded cranberry salad (from the old Potluck Cookery Book circa 1950), crisp green salads with moonblush tomatoes (also Nigella) and goats cheese,  followed by Raspberry Ice cream Cake from the free Coles magazine.  You see, the weather forecast is for rain…. a double, no triple blessing.  We need it already, our guests will be cool and comfortable and our place is shown in it’s best light with rain falling outside: the plants quivering up instead of drooping down, the horse looking romantically black and windswept instead of dusty as he leans in the kitchen door, the clouds low and broody on the hills.  How lovely.

The eery thing is it is only three days away and except for writing the above paragraph, I have not made a single move to put this plan in place…nevermind that I still have to make the traditional family Brudher that we eat for breakfast on Christmas Day, RSVP and wrap gifts for friends who have invited us for drinks, and yell at the kids to tidy their rooms and keep them that way or Santa may make a detour…as will the guests if they get a whiff on their way to the bathroom. 

 Yes, I am positively calm and unbutterflied…and I haven’t been drinking despite what you may think…it is only 10 in the morning after all.  Instead I’m lying around, reading bits and pieces from the piles of books next to my bed (instead of putting them away), planting and babying trees in terrific heat that would have died had I left them on the $2 table (so where’s the risk?) and trying to figure out how to make a Maxi-dress from my fabric stash that I can louch around in so the neighbours don’t bust me in my nighty.  Again.

I think I’m dreaming of a Zen Christmas, so if it stays this calm, I’ll be thrilled.  But if it turns into a calamitous explosion of activity and chaos like it normally is and I have a glass of champagne in my hand, that’ll be OK too.

Merry Christmas to all!  And to all, a Good Wife!

7 thoughts on “Christmas Cheers

    • LOL well there will certainly be enough food, that’s for sure! As Nigella says “Never knowingly undercater!”

      YAY for the chooks! Love the names…we had a little rooster called Stu, whom I once saved from just such a fate and he was a good little fella, much loved in the non-edible kind of way 🙂

    • It has been a very wobbly year this year…alot of hard work in the head department in my opinion and I can’t explain why I’m so organised I suspect it’s to push on through to a new year as quickly and painlessly as possible! Cheers James!

  1. We had maybe a dozen Christmas cards to send, and kept putting it off till the last moment. Even then, I signed and sealed half a dozen cards with no note whatsoever. The first note I finally did write, to our best friends in Ontario, said simply: “Christmas cards: Bah humbug. I’ll e-mail you.”

    On the plus side, E.g. decorated the tree yesterday, AND we’re not cooking Christmas dinner this year. Can’t complain!

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