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Happy Christmas.
*sneeze, hack, cough cough*
It seems we three Jenners have come down with quite a cold. Senor Onion has never really had a cold before so this is a new experience in having a leaking face. Oof. Mr. Jenner and I have been drinking honey lemon drinks and being cheerful when we aren't blowing our noses with great delicacy.
But let's talk about what really matters: The big day.
Senor Onion woke up and came into our room and completely missed the overly stuffed Christmas stocking waiting for him at the foot of his bed. Once we alerted him to the state of things he was quite interested. In a very serious manner he opened up all the little trinkets left to him by Father Christmas. (Mr. Men bubble bath and books, wind-up toys, little mice, too much chocolate and so on) Once he had unwrapped them he put everything back into the stocking (or Christmas sock as he called it) and brought it with him to the kitchen to have breakfast.
In Mr. Jenner's family they are well-disciplined people who have breakfast and help to prep dinner before opening presents sometime after ten in the morning. Fascinating approach. There were so many presents under the tree it was genuinely obscene.
Senor Onion came away with a number of lovely presents. There were some relations who continued with their reign of terror by giving us toys that make noise. *raises eyebrow and takes a sip of her drink*
I am trying to figure out what horrible thing I have done to be punished in this fashion? I send pictures, I help out and play quizzes with enthusiasm.
Yet? toys that make noise.
Maybe we can somehow let those remain here.
I received some nice books and other pleasant things. In effort to keep me occupied in my sniffy state.
Later there was smoked salmon and champagne served.
Then there was Christmas dinner.
Two turkeys, some leftover ham, roasted potatoes and parsnip, three kinds of stuffing, sausage wrapped in bacon, carrots, brussel sprouts, green beans, gravy, cranberry sauce and plenty of wine. I am sure there was something else but it becomes vague in the decadent chaos.
Crackers were popped open and silly hats were worn. People read the jokes out loud and groaned as they were reliably awful. People traded the prizes. I received a shoe horn. Yes I am thrilled. It was a bit of work to convince Senor Onion to eat a few of his vegetables but he enjoyed the stuffing and the sausages wrapped in bacon. And the potatoes. My Brother and sister in law were prevented from really eating because the twins had to moan the whole time. They always know when they are about to eat. It is a psychic gift for those girls.
Then it was time for pudding. It was a sizable Christmas pudding that flamed for a very long time. There was brandy sauce and double cream to pour on pudding. Mince pies were also handed out. After Christmas dinner it was time for small children to nap. Others went out for a walk to combat the effects of dinner and hopefully to catch a cold.
People did come back sniffly and with an yearning for tea and Christmas cake. The cake was made by Nanny. It was delicious as usual.
People were slightly confused by who had what cups. I have been with these people too long as I became mildly confused by which tea cup was mine and what color it was. I blame the subtle lighting of the games room. (thankfully we are going home Monday so that I won't be confused any longer by hot beverages)
I have started reading one of my books, Mr. Jenner played with his new puzzles and everyone enjoyed their new presents.
For awhile older relations fell asleep reading books and snoozed sitting upright in that particular fashion that is natural to older people who recall when there was still rationing and can tell you what horse-meat tasted like.
There have been more quizzes. Thankfully none are required at this time. I think once so many bottles of wine have been consumed you can politely decline.
Last night while the more religious members were off at church, we played a quiz and I won a pretty box filled with small papers for writing down notes. I think I also won some chocolate. I have too many sweets to my name as of late.
Dishes have been cleared and everyone is slouching in that late Christmas afternoon sort of way. There are conversations, babies snoozing and nose-blowing.
Shortly they will put out food on the kitchen table along with a significant cheese board. If I am feeling up to it I can make my favorite ham, chestnut stuffing, stilton, cranberry sauce sandwich. I call it, "the decadent sandwich". You can have it with champagne and maybe some buche de noel.
I am sure there is some other sweet available. But at this point the idea of more sweets makes me feel faintly ill.
Isn't that the nature of the end of Christmas Day?
I may retire to a hot bath in hopes of relieving my suffering sinuses and enjoying a book.
Tomorrow is boxing day where we may be tortured with more games and treated with leftovers of our choosing.
*sneeze, hack, cough cough*
It seems we three Jenners have come down with quite a cold. Senor Onion has never really had a cold before so this is a new experience in having a leaking face. Oof. Mr. Jenner and I have been drinking honey lemon drinks and being cheerful when we aren't blowing our noses with great delicacy.
But let's talk about what really matters: The big day.
Senor Onion woke up and came into our room and completely missed the overly stuffed Christmas stocking waiting for him at the foot of his bed. Once we alerted him to the state of things he was quite interested. In a very serious manner he opened up all the little trinkets left to him by Father Christmas. (Mr. Men bubble bath and books, wind-up toys, little mice, too much chocolate and so on) Once he had unwrapped them he put everything back into the stocking (or Christmas sock as he called it) and brought it with him to the kitchen to have breakfast.
In Mr. Jenner's family they are well-disciplined people who have breakfast and help to prep dinner before opening presents sometime after ten in the morning. Fascinating approach. There were so many presents under the tree it was genuinely obscene.
Senor Onion came away with a number of lovely presents. There were some relations who continued with their reign of terror by giving us toys that make noise. *raises eyebrow and takes a sip of her drink*
I am trying to figure out what horrible thing I have done to be punished in this fashion? I send pictures, I help out and play quizzes with enthusiasm.
Yet? toys that make noise.
Maybe we can somehow let those remain here.
I received some nice books and other pleasant things. In effort to keep me occupied in my sniffy state.
Later there was smoked salmon and champagne served.
Then there was Christmas dinner.
Two turkeys, some leftover ham, roasted potatoes and parsnip, three kinds of stuffing, sausage wrapped in bacon, carrots, brussel sprouts, green beans, gravy, cranberry sauce and plenty of wine. I am sure there was something else but it becomes vague in the decadent chaos.
Crackers were popped open and silly hats were worn. People read the jokes out loud and groaned as they were reliably awful. People traded the prizes. I received a shoe horn. Yes I am thrilled. It was a bit of work to convince Senor Onion to eat a few of his vegetables but he enjoyed the stuffing and the sausages wrapped in bacon. And the potatoes. My Brother and sister in law were prevented from really eating because the twins had to moan the whole time. They always know when they are about to eat. It is a psychic gift for those girls.
Then it was time for pudding. It was a sizable Christmas pudding that flamed for a very long time. There was brandy sauce and double cream to pour on pudding. Mince pies were also handed out. After Christmas dinner it was time for small children to nap. Others went out for a walk to combat the effects of dinner and hopefully to catch a cold.
People did come back sniffly and with an yearning for tea and Christmas cake. The cake was made by Nanny. It was delicious as usual.
People were slightly confused by who had what cups. I have been with these people too long as I became mildly confused by which tea cup was mine and what color it was. I blame the subtle lighting of the games room. (thankfully we are going home Monday so that I won't be confused any longer by hot beverages)
I have started reading one of my books, Mr. Jenner played with his new puzzles and everyone enjoyed their new presents.
For awhile older relations fell asleep reading books and snoozed sitting upright in that particular fashion that is natural to older people who recall when there was still rationing and can tell you what horse-meat tasted like.
There have been more quizzes. Thankfully none are required at this time. I think once so many bottles of wine have been consumed you can politely decline.
Last night while the more religious members were off at church, we played a quiz and I won a pretty box filled with small papers for writing down notes. I think I also won some chocolate. I have too many sweets to my name as of late.
Dishes have been cleared and everyone is slouching in that late Christmas afternoon sort of way. There are conversations, babies snoozing and nose-blowing.
Shortly they will put out food on the kitchen table along with a significant cheese board. If I am feeling up to it I can make my favorite ham, chestnut stuffing, stilton, cranberry sauce sandwich. I call it, "the decadent sandwich". You can have it with champagne and maybe some buche de noel.
I am sure there is some other sweet available. But at this point the idea of more sweets makes me feel faintly ill.
Isn't that the nature of the end of Christmas Day?
I may retire to a hot bath in hopes of relieving my suffering sinuses and enjoying a book.
Tomorrow is boxing day where we may be tortured with more games and treated with leftovers of our choosing.
