Christmas Eve in My Hooooometoooooown...

When I think of Christmas Eve, I usually think of Norman Rockwell-ish scenarios. Trim an elegant tree with an assortment of store-bought and homemade ornaments. Bake perfectly formed/decorated Christmas cookies, some of which are set aside for Santa's midnight snack. Old time carols on the radio. Everybody smiling. And best of all...no glitches.

Well this isn't the Rockwell house — it's mine. Therefore, in honor of families everywhere, in lieu of the Christmas cards I forgot to send, I'd like to share the activities of my family this holiday season. This is how Christmas is done in "my hometown."

The Christmas festivities usually start a week before, when we pull all the decorations down from the attic and distribute them in the living room/dining room. This is relatively easy and fun...until we pull out our two Christmas tree angels. You see, the tree has always been my favorite decoration, and my "decorating goal" has always been to find the perfect tree topper. Last year, I did. The only problem is...my youngest sister HATES it, and she's got red hair/a temper too. Well, this year it wasn't a problem, because I didn't argue with her after I realized I could put "my angel" on the piano and look at it every day while I practice. Crises one averted...but I still think mine looks better.

Once the house is decorated, then the real fun begins...last minute shopping. I'm telling you, I think it happens every year. I swear up and down that I will have all my shopping done before this time, and every year that plan always falls through. So it's off to the mall to brave the traffic and pray that the things you actually want are still there. But as scrooge-like as this paragraph sounds, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Something about the adrenaline rush as you realize you have finally done it again,  against all odds, doesn't get old. Seriously, I feel like a sugar plum fairy godmother at the end of the day.

But not all Christmas festivities are work. Some are almost magical...such as Fezziwig's Jig.

In case you don't know yet from reading my blog, facebook page, etc... I love Jane Austen, and I love excuses to dress up and dance. So Fezziwig's was like a Austenite/cosplayer's dream come true. A Christmas ball where you get to dress up in the fashion of the regency era, dance, play games and pretend you're in the middle of a Charles Dickens or Jane Austen novel? Yes please! Well, not all the dances were from that era (something tells me Cotton Eye Joe and the Virginia Reel were not widespread in England then), but that was all right. By that time, we'd all had lots of Regency dances and were more than happy to kick up our heels before the party ended. This was the first year my friends and I went, but it's definitely a tradition now.


Finally, Christmas Eve arrived. My family was planning on going to see Frozen later in the day (more about that in my December Favorites), so I tried to wrap all my gifts that morning right after I woke up. But I sat down to find that the bag of Christmas bows I'd bought was empty! Knowing I wouldn't have time to get any more if I wanted to make Christmas cookies for gifts with my sisters, I ended up wrapping everything just in paper. Maybe I'm a little nit-picky, but I do like to dress up gifts when I wrap them; so when I walked into my room to find this...you can imagine my initial thoughts. At least it only took me a few minutes to see the humor and laugh before my sisters came into the room, ha ha.

When the gifts were wrapped and the cookies baked and the kids were all in bed, then came my favorite part of Christmas Eve. Every year since my parish priest came to my church, he has held a candlelit High Mass at midnight on Christmas morning. Between September and December 25th, my church choir practices hard to sing Christmas Carols in harmony; and it's not completely vain for me to say that it does sound like a choir of angels since it's a team effort.  I would put a picture of the altar and manger scene here, but I was a moron and accidentally left my camera at home.

But even though all the lights and music and beautiful things are fun, the infant Jesus is what this silent night is all about. It's not wrong to enjoy the festivities of the season; but kneeling at the altar rail before the tabernacle and the infant statue is the most peaceful, serene moment of the holiday. Presents and parties and colorful decorations don't compare with the happiness that comes when you just spend a few minutes contemplating the meaning of the day...Jesus' birthday...the day the Divine Messiah was born.  This is Christmas.

So as I sit here writing this post, eating the last of the candy from my stocking and sipping my third cup of coffee, I want to wish you that same peace on this great season. Merry Christmas and God bless us, every one.

Now I'm going to see if there's any more perfect Christmas cookies left.

November Favorites

Hello out there, I haven't posted anything for a while because life has been pretty crazy of late. But I'm currently snowed in, which gives me lots of time to surf the internet and watch Netflix write a new post. So here I sit, with a pile of St. Nicholas Day coins (or what's left of them) beside my computer, music playing in the background, and snow falling softly outside the window. What more can a girl ask for?

Since I haven't really been doing anything besides working, writing, and Black Friday shopping, I'm going to steal an idea from a blogger friend of mine and give you a November Favorites post. Hopefully you enjoy this random list of things and/or little memories that stand out for me from last month.

Favorite Memory
First off, my favorite memory...getting the Hades scared out of me two days before Thanksgiving. My Aunt asked me to pet sit/house sit for her during Thanksgiving week, and my friends and I were planning a couple nights of bachelorette fun starting that Tuesday. Well, my friend, Rach, texted me that morning and apologized, saying she couldn't make it after all. Oh well, life happens, right?

As it so happens, that Tuesday was also my first night alone in a house by myself.  My friend, Ashley, would be joining me later, but I wasn't supposed to pick her up until 8:30; and it got dark long before then. Now, I'm not afraid of the dark, but I'd heard stories of strangers breaking into houses which they knew only had one person occupying it — especially when that one person is a girl. Therefore, I locked all the doors and windows and closed the blinds so that no one could look in and see who was staying there. Might be overcautious, but I wasn't taking the chance that I would be that one random girl who gets mugged and robbed for whatever reason. Personally, I blame Rach's boyfriend, who likes to reference the movie Taken when Rach and I talk about travelling. Ha ha.

Anyway, about 7:30, someone knocked on the door, and the dogs started barking. I wasn't expecting anyone; and, as far as I knew, nobody knew I was staying there. But everyone who would be welcome in the house knew my Aunt was gone for Thanksgiving. So, I had no idea who was on the other side of that door, and my only weapon would have been a kitchen knife if it was mugger. Needless to say, my heart jumped into my throat, and the only thought running through my mind was "how do I take this person out if they're a bad guy?" Seriously, I was running through every bit of advice I've ever been given on how to make a mugger hurt.

I opened the door, being careful to stand where the HUGE golden retriever I was pet sitting would get to the stranger before he could get to me, and I peeked outside. It was Rach, throwing her arms open and shouting "Heeeey! Surprise!" I was too relieved it was her and not a stranger that I didn't even think to be mad.

Instead, I did what any good friend would do. I helped Rach scare Ashley when we went to pick her up. One for all and all for one, right? Right.

By the way, I'm never watching Taken now.

Favorite Song
Well, now that I've used up so much space with my tale, it's time to mention a song that this list wouldn't be complete without. Waiting for Superman by Daughtry has to be my favorite song right now. The part where it says "He got stuck at the Five and Dime, saving the day" especially touched me. Just because Superman hasn't shown up yet (and I think this goes for a lot of single ladies) doesn't mean he's not coming ever. He just got "held up a bit," doing God's will. You will meet him in God's own good time. That's my interpretation of the song, anyway.

Favorite Movie
Thor 2: The Dark World. Not only is Thor just plain awesome, Loki isn't bad either. I won't put any spoilers in this post, but I will say that it had a much stronger storyline than the last movie. Not to mention, the brotherly bond between Loki and Thor is much more developed. It's sort of like Thor 1 was the prologue, whereas Thor 2 is the actual novel. Or maybe 1 was the prequel to 2. You get the idea.

Favorite Scent
Okay, this is not a section that's going to appear on every favorites list, because I hardly ever wear perfume. But last month I did splurge and buy a small bottle of "fragrance mist" from Bath and Body Works (apparently there's a difference between mist and perfume *shrugs shoulders*). It's called Cranberry Twinkle, and it is oh-my-gosh good. The scent is very light, not at all overpowering, but it's not so light that you can't smell it two minutes after you put it on. Two or three squirts in the general area of your neck will ensure that the smell stays for a long time. It's sort of a sugary cranberry aroma. You can smell like Christmas without smelling like a bad pine air freshener or a cookie all day long. It's not that expensive either, $6 for the 3oz bottles. Like I said, I don't wear it a whole lot; so that's the perfect size for me, and it will last for a while. Okay, now I'm done sounding like a commercial — I just had to put that in there for all my girl friends.

Okay, I think that's it for November. Honestly, I haven't had much time for more. Hopefully December will be even more fun. And, of course, I'm still going to blog about all the extra things in my life I think you might enjoy hearing about. Merry Christmas!