Because I sure did.
My Christmas this year was perfectly book-ended, and crammed, with all of my favourite traditions. Just a few days before the day-of we had our Christmas tree decorating party with many of the old friends who have been in attendance for years and years. This year also marked our first multigenerational festivus, as one of my sister's friends came complete with wife and tot in tow. There was much cooing, much eating, much drinking, and a little bit of decorating to boot.
|The tree pre-decorating|
|I made chocolate-orange-pecan (not pictured) and parmesan-black pepper (above) biscotti for friends and family this year|
|Hep-cats and Be-bops|
|Just a taste of some of our Christmas decor - the snow-globe with Santa we've had for as long as I can remember|
|Starting to get busy|
|The Tannenbaum in all it's glory! Note the first issue of my new favourite magazine!|
The next morning we saw them off after breakfast. That afternoon took us to the yearly Christmas Eve open house that family friends have, where my brother and I usually just stake ourselves out next to the crab cakes, layer dip, salmon mousse, and bacon-wrapped-water-chestnut-stuffed prunes. Can you blame us really? As soon as we got home my brother got all suited up to play Santa for our neighbour's kids. We've been doing it since their little girl was just an infant, and I think she must be about six or seven by now. It was easier to pull off when they lived across the street from us but this year they moved a few blocks away, presenting Santa and his chauffeur with a new set of problems. Along with the anxiety that this will be the year that they are discovered to be frauds, they also had to sort out how to hide the fact that Santa got into the Crompton's van and drove away after delivering the presents. Not too sleigh-like our caravan. Nor could my brother just walk home as he was wearing my boots and they're a mite too small for him. So apparently my father was waiting a few doors down to pick him up with the headlights off, and they just threw the car into neutral and rolled down the hill, hoping the kids wouldn't notice. They confirmed in the morning that the ruse was a good one when they exclaimed at the breakfast table that when they ran to the window to watch him leave, Santa had magically already disappeared!
|Santa on his iPhone (my favourite picture of the season!)|
|All my wrapping this year was green paper, twine, and handwritten green-on-beige cards|
|Can you tell what I got my brother?|
|This film was extra-special for me because The First World War is one of my favourite historical events to study|
|I wish I was trilingual and gentlemanly as well|
|First night in T.O. - my cousin's lil'est guy pulling apart the Christmas tree|
|Crompton arms, and can we talk about the wallpaper!|
|Soup and Vessel: Marvelous|
|Some awesome signage downtown (speaking of el cheapo?)|
|I'm glad this exists|
|Four generations of twenty-four Cromptons|
I'll be keeping my heart full for the upcoming year, boys and girls. I hope you can too!
Love, and Happy Christmas,
Your friend Lina