Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a…..SCREEEECHHH…..wait…whose house is this? Because it’s certainly not mine! We’re wrapping last minute gifts, prepping food, scrubbing toilets and cleaning the house for family arrival. There’s lots of stirring going on around here.
For goodness sake, I have Vicki Petulla of The Creeping Fig fame coming over for Christmas Eve dinner. I should have urns filled with white hydrangeas with holly berries draped over the edges and placed strategically on top of vintage books. I need to write up my “menu board”, cut up my select cheeses for my antique wooden cheese board, make lemon-cucumber-mint water so it can properly steep, I need a burlap something somewhere…oh, who am I kidding?!? I’m tired from just writing all of that.
Let’s be real, I’ll be lucky if the poinsettias on my front porch are still hanging on for their dear lives. “Menu board”, ha! I’m not even sure what I’m serving yet, hopefully I have some crackers in my cupboards and some old cheese in the fridge drawer. And let’s face it, if you’re not wearing dog hair within the first 2 minutes of arrival, then you haven’t been properly greeted.
Dinner will be ready when the smoke alarm goes off, dessert will be the highlight of the evening because it will be some creation from Icing On The Cake (if I remember to pick it up) and then we’ll open our presents ~ exchange gift receipts ~ and only after all of that will we be able to exhale.
Of course, I jest…somewhat. But I can tell you this, with every imperfection throughout the evening, there will have been double the love behind the intention. The evening will be filled with laughter, shared memories of Christmas’s past, maybe a tear or two in memory of my mother and our first Christmas without her, conversations of army men and WWII (nephew and the hubby) and the room will be filled with abiding love. By all accounts, it will be another perfect family holiday. My wish for you this holiday season is that your Christmas is as perfect as our Christmas…imperfections and all!
Okay, gotta go…have to go lay down some pea gravel and plant some succulents before Miss Vicki arrives. Happy Holidays to all !