This was a different sort of Christmas for us. On Saturday we held the usual gathering of my mom’s extended family at my grandmother’s house, which is always a nice time seeing my cousins who are scattered throughout the country. On Sunday we celebrated with my parents and my brother and sister-in-law with the traditional feasting on overnight French toast (breakfast) and fondue (dinner). Plus the hilarious treasure hunt that my mom creates every year with her rhyming clues for each of us. I would share the photos that my dad took, but I look incredibly heinous in all of them and vanity shall carry the day, today at least.
So that was the normal part. Today, Christmas Day, Vyshak and I celebrated alone at our own house, which is a first. I think we are both still digesting how we feel about that. I know he misses being with his family; I miss being with them too. As much as we loved having his mom with us for a month or so in spring, it would be great to have her again over the holidays – though I don’t know if she’ll ever agree to visit in the season of subzero temps and snow!
We opened our presents to each other, ate a scrambled eggs and breakfast potatoes brunch, drank a bunch of cranberry mimosas, FaceTimed with family in Fresno, took a nap, baked red velvet cheesecake swirl brownies, had mushroom risotto for dinner, watched some Planet Earth II and have now gone our separate, yet individually delightful ways: PC game for him and reading for me. It was a fun day and I’m glad we had it together, but I think we were both a little lonely for family and friends. We’ll see what next year brings…every Christmas is a little different.
(I really don’t mean to use alliteration as much as I do. I’ll work on that.)
Sconnie Molly 