Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. – Mary Ellen Chase
We decided to have our family Christmas this past Sunday, as it was the only day we had completely free of other obligations leading up to Christmas itself.
We started the morning with hot cocoa, homemade cinnamon rolls, bacon, and Christmas music. Afterward we unwrapped our gifts to one another: a knife sharpener and holder for Mike (it’s what he wanted, the weirdo), a toy picnic basket that sings, bubbles, and books for Margot, and an immersion blender and shoes for me. Margot walked around dancing to Run DMC’s “Christmas in Hollis,” carrying paper and empty boxes and, for the most part, ignoring her new loot. Babies, man.
With Home Alone on mute in the background as we showered up, we then ventured out to Beverly Hills to take a spin on the Jolly Trolley with Mrs. Claus, followed by a visit with Santa, the Big Man himself. The first bit sounded better than it actually was, what with Mrs. Claus sounding a little white wine drunk, shouting Christmas carols at everyone in a “Roseanne-Barr-sings-the-National-Anthem-like” fashion. Listening to her stumble over the words to “Do-Re-Mi” was…fun? Luckily Santa was just as wonderful as Mrs. Claus was strident, spending a solid 5-minutes with us soothing Margot’s fears.
We finished the afternoon with an all-you-can-eat buffet at one of our favorite Indian restaurants, a family viewing of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” and lots of warm hugs.
Early Christmas is a good thing.