The first all-family Xmas in a decade. Sis Billie, aka Boo, cruises about setting the final dinner machinations in motion. It's her first flying leap at hosting a Christmas dinner, and between the crystal and the silver and the candles and the big fat turkey and the Michelob Lite and Fresca and champagne from the wine rack and the little individual chocolate mousse cakes and the pole beans with fatback it is a southern fried holiday at its best. Bro Duke, aka Dukus Maximus Erectus, checks the fantasy nfl scores and tickles his small son. His wife, Kathy, the family fashionista, chats about her latest low-carb dessert recipes, all of course, containing chocolate. Everybody disappears every hour or so to congregate on the porch and hot-box cigarettes. Momma Beebe whips out her specialties, homemade slaw and yeast rolls and pound cake and a smithfield ham that has had its soaking water changed every 4 hours for the past 48 hours. Duke Jr. Dukus Minimus Erectus touches each of the appetizers with a tiny finger and then solemnly eats what he has touched, his four year old face crinkled in fascinated horror at the pepperocini stuffed with cream cheese and bacon, the tiny little garlic mushrooms, the spicy summer sausage wedges. We wait for Boo's new boyfriend, the base jumper, to arrive. He found a new antenna to jump off of and had to pack his gear for tomorrow's break of dawn "jump off perfectly good stuff" (as my sis says) Me? I like to watch :) And then sneak off to blog about it . . .
Kinda different from last year's post.
Gotta get back to the holiday hoedown. And so I leave you with:
Happy Ho Ho Ho and Ha Ha Hanukkah and Ki Ki Kwanzaaaaaaaaa and the rest of those reasons to feast and drink and giggle and partake . . . :)