We are in the final stretch, heading for the the big day which for us is tomorrow. The presents are wrapped and bagged just waiting for the correct recipients to open them.
Elf Yourself is done, and now we are hoping the download comes through in time for the grandgirls.
Neighbor gifts have been delivered and received. I love them all.
Stockings need to be stuffed, food needs to be cooked, and then the cornucopia of fun, food, and gift opening can commence.
Even as I write, DH is working on his almost famous 7-layer yummy dip. We do not believe in a calorically-challenged food fest for this holiday.
Tomorrow’s food lineup will include meat wrapped cheese, aforementioned 7-layer dip, neighbor provided cream cheese and jalapeño raspberry mix served up on a Santa plate, deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, baked ham, English peas, green bean casserole, cheese ball, and the pièce de résistance–dressing.
Seriously, all the other menu items pale in comparison to the dressing. Oh. My. Gosh. Cornbread, biscuits, sausage, onions, sage, broth=awesomeness. What makes it even better? My daughter makes it now instead of me. Oh yeah.
Before the tearing into the presents, DH will read from Luke 2 about the birth of Jesus, the absolute reason for the season.
After the gift opening frenzy, the cleanup of the gift debris must take place. We are not neat present openers. We are rip-the-paper-off-and-throw-it-on-the-floor openers.
I always try to instigate some vestige of control in the opening of the gifts, but it always falls into a mêlée of paper ripping frenzy. *sigh* 😀
In the end, it really doesn’t matter how the day unfolds. Everyone is always happy and full.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas. We certainly will.