Well… I’ve told multiple people that I am the Grinch over the last couple of weeks… and it’s not really true.
Personally, I’m not a huge Christmas music fan, so I get to be the Grinch as I groan over listening to it. There are some alright tunes out there, but I’d rather listen to them Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, not for three weeks before Christmas.
I actually love Christmas, it’s a time for family across the board, whether you celebrate Christmas or not, it’s nice to have time to spend with your loved ones. I know it shouldn’t be difficult to do, but I have a very tough time scheduling in a visit home, throughout most of the year… my job isn’t the usual 9-5, Monday to Friday deal; so, I might work a night here or a weekend there and things come up last minute sometimes.
The Christmas holiday, however, is a little bit different because it’s expected that you go home to be with family… it’s a societal norm in that everyone asks “Do you get to go home for Christmas?” or “When do you leave for home?” – simply assuming you are.
Christmas has always been a special time, Granny used to have her apartment decorated to the nines. She would cook the big Christmas dinner complete with shrimp aspic salad, 24-hour salad, turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, fresh veggies, homemade buns, and – the ultimate special occasion food - lefse.
A couple of years ago, at the end of November, Granny passed away. It was a lovely service, and being close to Christmas it was almost perfect… the Church was decorated with large poinsettias, things she liked to do like cross stitch and knitting was on display, a couple of pictures, and a dancing Santa Claus she had loved.
When you clicked the button Santa would dance to the beat, he’d then do a 180 degree turn, and start twerking, which Granny would howl with laughter at. So, as the family exited the Church at the end, my sister – after unsuccessfully trying to convince my little cousin to go push the button – stepped forward and pushed the dancing Santa. Laughter rang through the Church and although it was sad thinking you were saying goodbye to someone, it was quite lovely knowing that Granny’s life was filled with laughter and that this little Santa Claus which brought her joy had just made a rather somber crew all burst out in laughter. Especially in those that knew her well because you could almost hear her say, “Oh… Jaclyn,” in that way she did when she thought what you did was funny, but should probably scold you.
Christmas was always two-fold for us because it is all about family; so, Christmas Day was spent with Granny and my dad’s family; while Christmas Eve was quite special as well with my mom’s family. Oma too always has her place decorated beautifully.
Christmas Eve was always a meal of appetizers including delicious Dutch treats like spekkulas (delicious gingerbread cookies) and kroketten (croquettes – a deepfried, breaded meatball), although that description of croquettes doesn’t do them justice at all. They are delicious.
Food brings people together, and as you sit, eating, you visit and simply enjoy each others’ company. We do gifts, but rather enjoy just being around the family I don’t get to see often: we eat and visit, and it’s something I look forward to every year.