Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas: A Time for Memories

Ours are maybe a little more skewed than others. (Does anybody remember that line from As Good As It Gets? Jack Nicholson says, "Some of us have good stories, with picnics and boats and noodle salad. Just nobody in this car." That line makes me laugh out loud just thinking about it.)

Paul reminded me this morning to turn off the ringer on the phone in the bedroom, in case Kooky Cousin calls again for the holidays. (If you didn't catch the story the first time, check it out here. It takes a few minutes to read, but it's worth it.)

Last week, we reminisced about the bullpen (a shellacked pile of cow poo with a pen holder in it) from the paternal family white elephant exchange - it went to another family who will undoubtedly enjoy it just as much, but we have fond memories.

Paul's maternal grandmother would have been 103 today. She died in 2001, and he still misses her. He's not the only one, I know. She was a lovely woman. She was always kind (and always feeding people, I hear), but if she thought you were a little too whiny about whatever pseudo-tragedy you'd just experienced, she'd say, "Well, I hope that's the worst thing that ever happens to you."

Two years ago, Paul and I fled the jurisdiction and spent Christmas in West Virginia, and had a Japanese Christmas Eve dinner with a serviceman and his fiance (the four of us were alone in a hibachi joint). They were getting married two days later, and he was shipping out in a week. I can't remember his name, but I hope he is safe.

A couple of years before that, I offered to have the family Christmas at my house and cook the turkey. First time for both. Things were going really well until the oven caught on fire.

If you're a little stressed about all the family celebrations and driving and schedules and all the pressure to be SO INSANELY CHEERY ALL THE TIME, remember that anything that isn't an outright tragedy will probably be hilarious later.

Merry Christmas!


Susy said...

Mr Chiots and I always reserve Christmas day for ourselves, we tell everyone we already have plans. Usually we sit home and watch old James Bond movies.

This year it was such a beautiful day we went hiking.

I bet you have some funny stories, don't all families. I'll have to remember Paul's grandma's line. We hear lots of drama at Mr Chiot's family gathering (which is tomorrow).

Mary Lou said...

I think I forgot to tell you. The next generation is onto the red union suits. That's what those brothers' 17-year-old nephew wanted (and is very pleased to have received.)

He modeled it for us and will be wearing it to school--hopefully with boxers beneath--for a spirit day thing in January. (I'm so proud. LOL)

Pauly Z said...

Hey Auntie 'Lou...that's pretty funny. It's my opinion that the nephew is a better looking model than his aged maternal uncles..