I am panicking!!
My family is coming over Christmas Eve for our first family Christmas in two years. I want everything to be perfect but realistically, that won’t happen. Perfect and Karin are mutually exclusive. I still have little islands of boxes here and there, nothing is quite “done” yet but I remind myself, there’s only me to do it.
I have “custody” of much of the Christmas we accrued over the years, seeing as I have the space and that’s been put out. It’s both a comfort and bittersweet, with a quiet joy and calmness thrown in for good measure. Steve the Werewolf is in the crèche, the drunken partridge ornament – the musical tweet gave out long ago but is an endless source of giggles – is out.
I am officially “Karin Two Trees Bole”, as my living room ficus is decorated with wee twinkle lights and a more traditional tree is downstairs. I sniffled a little over my Santa collection, so nice to see them again. I managed the lights on my own – really chuffed as this was always Mr. Man’s job. Gifts are slowly being wrapped and I finished my Christmas groceries this morning before heading to visit my Nanny.
The baking was started tonight – again – panic and mayhem… It would be much easier to bake if I still had things like: mixing bowls, a mixer… I haven’t missed them in the last two years and if I didn’t eat any, whipping whipped shortbread would be Olympic training! Nonetheless, they are done and looking lovely:
A day and a half left of work and then we’ll all be together for a new tradition, non-traditional Christmas feast of Chipotle chicken chili, Mexican rice and chili cheese biscuits with pumpkin shortbread and social tea squares to join the shortbread.
Wish me luck and if you know any elves… send them my way 😉