Christmas in my family is done almost exactly the same way
each year. On my mom’s side of the family, we do Christmas at Grandma’s house
on Christmas Eve. Call time is usually about three thirty in the afternoon so
we can socialize and catch up with family. My aunt endures the journey from
Dubuque to Cedar Rapids, my uncle joins us, and a longtime family friend
celebrates at Grandma’s house also. Grandma never has everything ready when
people get to her house so we sit at the table and talk about how I’m doing in
school, what Jake’s doing now, how’s Mom’s cancer, etc. Grandma yells across
her kitchen to try and stay in the conversation while finishing the mashed
potatoes and gravy or vegetables.
When all is said and done for the meal, we sit down
together, say a prayer, and dig in. Grandma makes it blatantly clear that we
are to eat enough food so our stomachs are filled within millimeters of exploding
and then and ONLY then are we to stop eating the main course. I say the main
course because we stop eating to let our stomach digest enough of the goods to
make room for the betters. (Of course I mean cookies and dessert.) Grandma
brews a pot of coffee in hopes that someone has acquired the taste but again,
like last year, she’s the only one drinking it. I, the youngest at the
gathering, encourage everyone to hurry up so we can mosey into the living room
and open our presents.
This is where some variation occurs. My brother and I sort
out the presents to each family member and depending on the year, either I
start or Grandma does. This year, Grandma started because I started last
year. It’s frowned upon to tear your wrapping
paper and if you even think about throwing the bow away, you’ll hear about it
from Grandma. Same goes for boxes. Anything that can be reused is reused often
the next year. After Grandma goes, it’s Uncle Bennie’s turn; then my dad, then
my mom, then Aunt Tammie, then my brother, and last, myself. After presents we might enjoy more of Grandma’s
homemade sweets or we might leave. It all depends on the year.
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