Tonight's the Night!

"Tonight's the Night!"

Those magic words got us beyond excitement. "Tonight's the Night!" means it's Christmas Eve. The fat man will wrestle that bicycle down the chimney against all probability. An empty room will be full. People will come. Food and more food and more food will appear, less magically than the bicycle as we watched Mama labor (even making her coconut cake starting with a whole coconut, a hammer and a nail).

Our Christmas is less grandiose. Lily's allergic to coconut and Paul doesn't like it. There will be no chicken salad because I'm too lazy to cook a chicken just to make stock for the dressing and gravy. In fact, I don't even know how to make dressing. It was in Mama's head. Non-Saintly Brother wrote it down once. The directions are not useful as they contain her exact instructions, such as, "put in enough stock until you have enough but not too much." All of her recipes went like that. We will have the sweet potato casserole topped with marshmallows, even though my mother-in-law will declare that it is a dessert and not a vegetable (on Christmas it IS a vegetable.) I tried to find a photo but couldn't.

But we won't have anything if I sit here writing posts. So off I go.

Tonight's the Night! Miracles happen.

If I get a chance, I'm going to write about Christmas Eve in a barn. For me, you can't get a much holier place than a barn, with the manger licked clean by animals, and the holy smell of livestock (I'm serious) and their hay.

Christ was born in a barn. You have to love him.

Comments

[Anwyn]

Merry Christmas, Anne.

[Angry]

Well I have two miracles for you Anne;
1. By adding sugar, cinnamon, a few other ingredients (including a layer of marshmallows) to a vegetable and bake it, it will miraculously change to a dessert.

and...

2. I’ve done the meme thingy you tagged me with…

I’m sure you know how to find it, but it’s here anyway…
http://www.angrybuttons.com/blog.php/88