Ham bought: Check. Cookies baked: Check. Presents under the tree: Nope. That's one feature that didn't make it into this updated version of Christmas 2013. The calendar may read January 25 but we'll be having Christmas dinner tomorrow.
We had a lovely dinner on the real Christmas, a celebration made all the more special by the fact that Wayne was given a pass to escape the Rehabilitation Institute and spend a few hours at home with the family. It was a tasty dinner but it wasn't Christmas dinner and I told the family then that we'd have the traditional meal on some date in the near future. That date has turned out to be tomorrow.
Technically, we're celebrating Wayne's birthday. While the new still has yet to wear off the knees that caused him not to be home on Christmas, the rest of him is turning another year older tomorrow. I won't say how many but his age will start with a new number when he writes it now. And where changing decades might cause some to focus on getting older, he's still celebrating getting better. We were talking just tonight about how much easier it is for him to manage ordinary things in day-to-day life than it was a week or two ago. The big things, like going down stairs without pain, are there too but the little signs of progress are noticeable too.
So we're having a family birthday dinner. I asked the kids if they wanted ham and all the sides that make our regular Christmas dinner. The response was universal: They didn't care...but they wanted Christmas cookies. I did manage to find time to make on batch of Chocolate Snowflake cookies (everyone's favorite) on Christmas Eve and they were much appreciated. But one batch doesn't go far...certainly not far enough for dozens of cookies packed to take home with them when they leave like they're used to. I think there were 15 cookies left as they all began to pack up at Christmas. Five went with Kayla, five with Brad and I kept five for Wayne. While Kayla wasn't complaining, she did let me know that her five cookies didn't make it to the Alabama line, let alone home. Needless to say, I've spent the last two days baking cookies so they won't suffer that fate again this trip.
It was Wayne, however, who requested the traditional Christmas dinner and as the birthday boy, he gets to pick. Tomorrow's table will boast ham, scalloped potatoes and all the usual sides. I even managed to still find fresh cranberries for the salad we always enjoy at the holidays. The family did get pumpkin pie at our first Christmas go-round so dessert will be birthday cake. We may be eating Christmas dinner but we're celebrating Wayne's birthday.
Christmas v. 2.0 on January 25? I'm down with that. Mother Nature must have approved; she tried to make it a white one for us today with periods of fine sleet with a few snowflakes mixed in. Now I just need to figure out if I'm sending out the cards I never got around to on Valentine's Day or Easter.