I’ll Have A Blue (Crab) Christmas
Merry Christmas, everyone. Hopefully, everyone has had a wonderful Christmas. Around the Crabitat, the kids observed remarkable restraint and refrained from pounding on their poor, tired parent's door until there was at least a hint of dawn in the sky. That hint was probably at least three time zones to the east, but it's the thought that counts, right?
My oldest boy wandered in when the younger ones were partway through the loot pile, barely avoiding being buried in flying wrapping paper due to some fancy footwork. But have no fear, he manfully dug in and did his part, adding to the wrapping paper blizzard until the gift drifts were reduced to the bare pavement of the carpet under the tree.
The newest addition to the Crabitat staff, a beagle-pug mix puppy named Lillian was actually the best behaved of the lot. She never attacked any of the children or gifts, no matter how much I encouraged her to do so. She's on my bad side right now as a result.
Once the looting was complete, I was informed by my oldest boy that he would be most pleased to stay and partake of Christmas dinner. Provided that I got to cooking it at once since he is now working nights. So, instead of that relaxing day I had fruitlessly planned, it was off to the kitchen to toss the rib roast into the oven. I did remember to use a pan, despite the lack of adequate coffee at that early hour.
To fill in the time, my better half observed that a family photograph would be nice. This hint being the equivalent of a royal command, we all dutifully got lined up, including the new puppy and the old cat. This was not easily done, since the old cat is extremely suspicious of the new puppy. The puppy, meanwhile, appears to be fascinated with exploring exactly how long she would survive in close proximity to the old cat. The consensus of opinion on this being that the correct answer is: "not long," we kept them as far apart as possible. This made for some interesting sounds from the cat that were not captured on film. But we got the pictures.
After the beast was roasted, the potatoes smashed, the green beans casseroled, the rolls – er – rolled, it was time for an uncharacteristically early dinner. Which disappeared in three blinks of the eye – I counted. Fortunately, there was at least a short ton of chocolate and other assorted treats to keep them occupied while I escaped.
All in all, a truly great Christmas Day here at the Crabitat. I hope yours was, too.
Personal Thoughts | Gaius December 25, 2007
By Sam L., December 25, 2007 @ 11:41 pm
The rolls should have been royced–that’s what I do with mine, though it’s a little difficult with sourdough.
By feeblemind, December 26, 2007 @ 2:18 pm
Sounds like pretty much the same menu that we had Gaius. Thanks for sharing your Christmas day. Sounds like it was a lot of fun.