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The only good thing about Christmas
Dec. 25th, 2001 01:00 amis Laura's family Christmas eve party.
About 5 years ago, I started going, now it's what I do every Xmas Eve. I've lasted through boyfriends, through other friends, I still go and see her sisters and parents. And I could have been going so much longer than I have been. After about 5 years, her cousin said, you're family and get treated accordingly. (Hint - it involves noogies and too strong drinks and "have a be-ea-ah" *grin*) And the sheer number of people freaks me out, and for the most part, barring freaks like me, they're related somehow. Laura prides herself on her "clan", her mom's family is Scottish, and there are TONS of them. Her mom has been one of my surrogate moms since before I can think about. Her dad is one of those stern but funny guys, whom I still feel comfortable enough to go to if I had a problem only a dad can solve, me being without one and I know he always felt a bit sorry for me, and always tried to include me in things and not make me feel bad about being the tag along.
I watched him with is newest grandson, an little boy named Henry, who was fussy with an earache, who was beginning to cry rather uproariously, and he only made some buzzing noises, and a funny face and Henry laughed each and every time. He got upset when Grampie wandered off.
Laura's sisters were meant to be moms, he oldest sister with kids is a fantastic, protective mom. She knows kids are boisterous, and lets them run about, then is there with milk and cookies when they collapse. Her oldest, Sara, got some horsies and used my feet as a stable, well my chair but my feet were the doors. *grin* There were people everywhere and kids running everywhere, sneaking some of the chocolate, and soda, and giggling when someone caught them.
And they sent me home with more food than I ate there! I'm stuffed, and I think I want some of the ham right now *grin* Laura's oldest sister, who is a bit of an amateur chef, made Kaluha Cream Cheesecake Brownies. *drool* Laura and I seized the platter before it went anywhere, they were as good as they sound. Of course, there were none of THOSE to be had for leftovers.
I just thought it was nice to see a REAL Christmas. Not much arguing, the only problem was the usually one son in law who is a selfish bastard, but the family just rallied around and pretty much ignored him. The kids are pretty well mannered, there was the usual amount of roughhousing, and lots of presents and love. THIS is what Christmas should be, and I didn't have that, except when I was MUCH smaller. I like seeing it. none of these kids are damaged, they don't have all the drama I'm used to from the adults I know. They won't have any of that. They'll be GOOD kids, and grow up into be GOOD adults, and that's so damn rare these days It makes me almost cry.
I wish Joanna was my mom sometimes. Although not Laura's mom, she's a bit too tough for my taste. *grin* When I was a kids I wanted to be a part of their family, and nights like this I still do. But they treat me like one of them, and that's as close as I can get.
About 5 years ago, I started going, now it's what I do every Xmas Eve. I've lasted through boyfriends, through other friends, I still go and see her sisters and parents. And I could have been going so much longer than I have been. After about 5 years, her cousin said, you're family and get treated accordingly. (Hint - it involves noogies and too strong drinks and "have a be-ea-ah" *grin*) And the sheer number of people freaks me out, and for the most part, barring freaks like me, they're related somehow. Laura prides herself on her "clan", her mom's family is Scottish, and there are TONS of them. Her mom has been one of my surrogate moms since before I can think about. Her dad is one of those stern but funny guys, whom I still feel comfortable enough to go to if I had a problem only a dad can solve, me being without one and I know he always felt a bit sorry for me, and always tried to include me in things and not make me feel bad about being the tag along.
I watched him with is newest grandson, an little boy named Henry, who was fussy with an earache, who was beginning to cry rather uproariously, and he only made some buzzing noises, and a funny face and Henry laughed each and every time. He got upset when Grampie wandered off.
Laura's sisters were meant to be moms, he oldest sister with kids is a fantastic, protective mom. She knows kids are boisterous, and lets them run about, then is there with milk and cookies when they collapse. Her oldest, Sara, got some horsies and used my feet as a stable, well my chair but my feet were the doors. *grin* There were people everywhere and kids running everywhere, sneaking some of the chocolate, and soda, and giggling when someone caught them.
And they sent me home with more food than I ate there! I'm stuffed, and I think I want some of the ham right now *grin* Laura's oldest sister, who is a bit of an amateur chef, made Kaluha Cream Cheesecake Brownies. *drool* Laura and I seized the platter before it went anywhere, they were as good as they sound. Of course, there were none of THOSE to be had for leftovers.
I just thought it was nice to see a REAL Christmas. Not much arguing, the only problem was the usually one son in law who is a selfish bastard, but the family just rallied around and pretty much ignored him. The kids are pretty well mannered, there was the usual amount of roughhousing, and lots of presents and love. THIS is what Christmas should be, and I didn't have that, except when I was MUCH smaller. I like seeing it. none of these kids are damaged, they don't have all the drama I'm used to from the adults I know. They won't have any of that. They'll be GOOD kids, and grow up into be GOOD adults, and that's so damn rare these days It makes me almost cry.
I wish Joanna was my mom sometimes. Although not Laura's mom, she's a bit too tough for my taste. *grin* When I was a kids I wanted to be a part of their family, and nights like this I still do. But they treat me like one of them, and that's as close as I can get.
