We had a great day, and I didn't eat too much. I was so busy, I wondered later if I actually ate. But I did. We had 14 at two tables and only two of our 4 kids came, with one of the seven grandkids. The others went to in laws, and one son's wife had to work, and the other wanted to be with her family, but my son came. (this is the fallout for not having celebrated holidays in the past...............getting the kid's mates to adjust to needing to rotate)
We had us, my Dad, (Mom stayed downstairs.........good little dub), two of our sons, and a two year old, two nieces, and a husband of one, my cousin Sharon's son who still lives in the area, my brother (a widower), and Makena and Sabine and their son. It was great. My husband's niece (Inky here) brought us a tiny decorated Christmas tree. That was when Mom went downstairs. Her loss. We laughed about it..........but our niece felt bad. Mom had told us she wasn't going to eat with us anyway. We had two df'd or da'd people, one of them is her son, that she has never shunned in 13 years!! How shocking!!
We had turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, home made cranberry sauce, brocolli, carrots and snow peas (hardly touched), dressing, pumpkin pie, sweet potatoe pie both with whipped cream. Makena and Sabine brought the wine, and cigars. I passed on those, not that I was invited to have one. Before dinner we had some appetizers, marinated shrimp, smoked salmon, tiny bagels, and cream cheese with champagne and wine.
Just before we ate, I asked if we were going to have a prayer. My husband said "I don't know what I would say, to represent this group." It was hilarious, considering the conversations that had been going on for an hour before dinner. So my brother, who is a semi atheist, jumped in and said he had one: "Thank you Buddah for the food-a". Then we dove into the food.
I got this email from my brother this morning:
Wow, what a great dinner, and on top of it I was able to be with some of the people I love most.
In part, it was because of exceptional individuals like Makena, Sabine and their son (he used their names) that I was able to be in that awful cult for as long as I was. I kept thinking, then, that I would never find such good people outside, how wrong I was. Thanks for having them be with us, I am very glad that we met.
Thanks again for a wonderful day, appreciated more than I can say.
Edited by - mulan on 29 November 2002 14:27:16