One last gasp for Christmas

So, yesterday morning I realized that, not only do I still have the Christmas decorations up, but I’ve started hanging some for Valentine’s Day.  And then, it dawned on me that the Halloween pumpkins were still outside the front door.

I decided that it was high time I put my foot down.  We are NOT going to hang onto holidays long enough to do three at once.  So I sent Mister to throw the pumpkins away after Little Mister went to bed last night.  Then, the terrible mother I am told him the squirrels ate them, without a single qualm.  As it happens, given his recent Beatrix Potter obsession, that explanation went over rather well, but it was clear that if it were up to him it would still be too soon to let go of the pumpkins.  I sort of regret the decision to wait and buy them really close to Halloween, so they “wouldn’t rot before the holiday.”  I didn’t realize that the “holiday” they wouldn’t rot before was Mother’s Day.

All set up for the Giving Tree Gift Swap- right down to the fake fire.

The reason I’ve not put away the Christmas decorations just yet is that we have a (now) annual tradition of swapping White Elephant items on the Twelfth Day of Christmas.  (Yep, that’s a real thing, not just a goofy song.)

This year we were a bit late and tied it into a gently used gift swap we started for the kids last year- each family picks something they’ve finished with or found on Freecycle or at a thrift store, etc, and chooses one kid from the list to receive the item as a wrapped gift.  Re-using is the name of the game, and the kids have a BLAST opening gifts with their friends.  Ian insisted on taking the Bob the Builder fleece blanket that is part of his “haul” to bed with him.

In some ways, this event was almost more fun for him than Christmas, because he had the fun of getting a gift, the fun of giving a gift, but without the sleep deprivation, the overdose on sugar, or the need to “dress up” and “look cute.”  (Naw, I’m kidding.  It wasn’t more fun than Christmas, but it was WAAAAY more relaxed.)  And, apparently, when you’re a small child, one gift is all you really need, as long as you have friends to play with after you open it. Let this be a lesson to all of us who buy more, more, and MORE trying to make Christmas “perfect” for our kids.

I did NOT make a King Cake, but Ian and I did make “dear little muffins” together, which delighted him, and everyone else brought food to share and it was quite the party.  Ian begged me to make him into a Roly-Poly-Ian-Pudding, but I drew the line and refused.  He got over it.  And, for my part, I’m excited that now we’ve finished that, we can pack away the tree and the Santas and move on to the mushy stuff!  Bring on the LOVE!

Christmas Fudge

We may or may not be enjoying Christmas Fudge this year.  I love fudge.  (I know, who doesn’t?)  Normally, my mother makes it, and when I do it it’s just a bonus.  This year, she didn’t happen to make any.  (Not a problem- we will manage to achieve obesity by New Year’s regardless.) But, since we like it, I thought I’d make some.  Seeing as how I’m done with almost all the other holiday tasks, and all.

Let me begin by explaining that I have gotten a different set of pots and pans since the last time I made fudge.  They are, in fact, a NICER set.  But different, nonetheless.  So when I picked out the pot I thought would work and diligently hooked up the candy thermometer, it came as something of a surprise that as the level on the thermometer rose, so did the contents of the pot.  Apparently I either forgot all about this phenomenon, or it wasn’t nearly as noticeable in my wider, shallower pot last year.

So the candy continued to swell until I had twenty more degrees to go before the candy mixture and the chocolate were supposed to meet, but about one more degree before the pot boiled over.  Have you ever tried to “stir constantly” while transferring a boiling hot, sticky substance from one pot to another?  Well, it wasn’t pretty, but everyone came through okay except, possibly, the fudge.

Time will tell, and, you know- the proof is in the pudding.  Or, the fudge, as the case happens to be.  I have a feeling we will choke it down somehow.

As a sidebar, the Little Dude observed part of this process (thankfully, not the incredibly ridiculous and possibly dangerous pot transfer) and immediately pointed out that Auntie Tarra needed to help us eat the fudge.  To which I replied in two parts.  One: Auntie Tarra, this little person has got your number.  And Two: as soon as she gets here, we will share our fudge.  Which may or may not be any good.

PS: The fudge is fine.  One billion calories per square inch, and all.

Love and Joy, Come to You

By the way, if you haven’t made plans to go to the train exhibit at the US Botanical Gardens, do it!  This free exhibit is absolutely fabulous- and the whole place is exquisitely decorated for the holidays!  You’ll find a photo op around every corner.  Go early- they open at 10:00 and tend to get crowded as the day goes on, although we got lucky and the place was only reasonably busy while we were there.

We Bring You Tidings of Joy & Good Cheer

As always, we wish you a “Merry Everything” from our family to yours!

I hope 2010 has been good to you all and that you are looking forward to a wonderful year in 2011.  As many of you know from past years, we decided a few years ago to begin distributing our holiday cards and the ubiquitous “holiday letter,” for the most part, online.  If you would like our card to join your collection, please feel free to print it and let it keep company with the others- I hope you’ve been blessed with a great many cards to enjoy this year.  (If you click the image you should be able to view it full size.)

If you don’t do a holiday card display, then please let the fact that the production and distribution of this card consumed very little resources and you won’t be sending a copy to the landfill this year warm “the cockles of your heart.”

Our year was probably a lot like yours- we said a few goodbyes, we had a lot of good times, and we felt incredibly blessed.  Our son,  in his own words, “grewed and grewed and grewed,” and will proudly tell you he “used to be a baby but now I’m a BIG BOY!”  In other words, he’s three, and loving every minute of it.  His fascination with farm equipment (especially John Deere tractors), construction sites, and anything with a wheel on it is still in full swing, and he’s added pirates, Romans, dinosaurs, and too many others to name.  We’re ridiculously proud of him, but we try not to be boring about it.

Please feel free to browse the archives at www.semelesriches.blogspot.com if you want details of our exploits- it’s been a great year.  We were able to share parts of it with so many of you, and for that we are grateful.  I hope we’ll see all of you in the New Year- and we’ll definitely be expanding our circle a bit when Baby #2 arrives in May.

Love to you all!
Meghan, Michael, and Ian