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This Christmas is a little tight. Santa’s bringing the kids store-bought presents but we’re giving everyone else goody bags with homemade yummies and stuff.
I made my Grandmother’s Fruit Cake. I know what you’re thinking: “Fruit cake? Does it work as a door stop?” And in most cases, you’d be right. But this is Ice Box Fruit Cake.
Sorry, you won’t be getting that recipe. My grandmother gave it to me and made me promise not to share. I think my cousins have the recipe too, so go ask them.
Phoebe, of course, clammed right up. Griffin lost his ever-lovin’ mind.
As seems to be usual now, Christmas is kind of a bummer. I’m working really hard to be happy. But this is the time of year that I miss my parents the most. I also find myself missing a lot of other folks too.
When I was a kid, Christmas was a huge 2 day deal. Christmas Eve, we’d get together with my mom’s brother and his family and open a few presents and my parents would make steak sandwiches. Christmas day would start at our house with Santa and then either we’d host or my aunt would host the big meal and we’d have tons of food and the booze would be free-flowing. There was almost always a fight or argument.
I get sad because almost all those people are gone now and the rest have scattered. John says that we need to build our own traditions and he is right.
So I am going to spend the next year deciding how I can keep Christmas in my heart. Santa and I had a conversation about some fun stuff and I think Phoebe will love her Christmas morning.
Meanwhile, I hope you have a magical Christmas.