As we do every Christmas Eve, from there a big crowd of us went to our friends', the Kelleys, house for roast beef sandwiches, a huge pot of homemade potato soup (must be my week for it), all kinds of holiday baked goods, and copious amounts of pomegranate martinis, compliments of Dave. Then we all returned slightly drunkenly BACK to church, grateful that we only had to go a block, for the 11:00 communion service in which most of us had to sing More candles, more beautiful songs and carols, more hugs and old friends. (Yes, it's the churchiest imaginable Christmas Eve, for such is the life of a church musician.) Finally, after midnight, back home to sneak one by one to the fireplace to fill stockings.
We all slept till about 9, then dumped out our stockings (no diamond rings, lots of stupid stuff and candy) and then cooked up a huge brunch just in time for some friends to arrive to share it with us--along with plenty of mimosas.
After that, it was presents, then our annual Christmas Day trip to the movies. We saw Benjamin Button, and I found it magical and beautiful and was completely transported by it. It's LONG though--so make that prophylactic trip to the ladies room before it starts. When we got home, we were too full of popcorn and Junior Mints to have any interest in the big dinner I was planning to cook, so we heated up some delicious Antonio's tamales, changed into jammies, and commenced to watching, reading or playing our various Christmas "toys."
I think I learned the same lesson the Grinch did. You can fight it, but it comes anyway.
God bless us every one.
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I'm glad it turned out to be such a happy time for you, Verb. Thanks for sharing the moments. I'm home and safe and tired and satisfied. Nothing more to want right now. Good night.
Christmas has been endured for another year. I didn't NOT enjoy it, so it was fine. We ended the evening playing a game that combines password and charades, with two-person teams. We had seven teams playing. It takes about an hour for each complete game and we played it twice. The game provokes a lot, a tremendous amount of later. Liz thinks it's called "Time's Up."
And we finally got to try the deep fried turkey. A nephew brought the equipment and did the cooking. It's fast and the results were totally scrumptious.
Time's Up is "The Game" which Hallie and her friends have played every Christmas for about 7 years now. I think I have blogged about it before in years past. People start emailing her weeks before Christmas asking "The Game this year?" The group has a rule that Hallie and I, Hallie and Adam or Adam and I cannot be a team. It's not fair to the rest. We actually know who the people on the cards are, instead of having to give charades style phonetic clues like some of the others have to do.
It is SO much fun. They played it last night until nearly 3 a.m.
If you had ever shown up for any of our Christmas parties, you could've played it with us!
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