We had a wonderful first Christmas in California. It was mellow, really, which is not a word I use to describe our Christmases in Oklahoma. But it was a welcome change, as the travel and emotions of this December meant that we welcomed a little down time.
I made Christmas eve dinner for a few friends. I orginially had big plans for this dinner, but I ended up making standby comfort food: spicy tomato soup starter, pot roast, roasted broccoli, sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top, warm bread. It was just what we were all craving, I think.
We opened gifts from friends on Christmas eve and midway through had a little visitor.
This raccoon came right on up to the door and practically knocked on it. He wasn't scared of us at all. I'm pretty sure that if we would have let him, he would have sauntered in and had a glass of champagne.
Pigtail wasn't scared of him, either. Was it an omen? Is he her spirit animal?
I'm still wondering about it all.
Santa came while we were sleeping, thank goodness.
It was clear about three minutes in that Santa went a bit overboard. He has strict instructions to reel it in next year.
When we got overwhelmed, we took a break and ate something.
But then it was back to the drama.
And the music. Our Christmas was filled with music. Which is the best thing you can say about the holidays.
We've spent the week alternately being uber lazy and uber productive. The last week of one year and first week of another are my favorites.
I hope you had a special one.
