Celebration Wednesday (Krissie)

krissiechristmas I probably should have used the term “holidays” instead of Christmas from the beginning, but in my mind Christmas is sort of a blanket term for Solstice, Hanukkah, Thanksgiving, , Kwanzaa, and anything else you want to celebrate. Not meaning to be Christian-centric, just being lazy. I like to celebrate everything — when my kids were young we celebrated Hanukkah (no menorah to be bought in northern Vermont but I used 8 candles) and we’d eat potato pancakes, etc. Years ago when Luke and Laura got married (General Hospital) my niece and nephew (ages 12 and 10) came over to watch and we drank ginger ale in champagne flutes and I baked a wedding cake. One should celebrate anything you possibly can, say I.
So I’ve written two days in a row, and that helps. I can visualize my box of sorrows and worry and where it goes — I might even put a box up there to remind me. Still a bit weepy — heard Band Aid singing “Do They Know It’s Christmas?” on the radio this morning and that set me off. But I’m being nice to myself, gentle. Some times are just more difficult than others, but Thursday we’ll have a town dinner with some of the professional actors and singers from the summer returning back to do some songs and readings, and then we’ll all sing Christmas carols, something I miss because we don’t start singing them in church until Christmas Eve and after four weeks of advent I’m usually in the mood for a sleep-in on Sunday morning. We have a new interim minister who’s so low-key I was afraid I might take a nap and start snoring, but I think having someone new in the pulpit is a healthy change, much as I miss our previous minister. (The one who, during a sermon, unfortunately came up with the following line: “the men’s movement petered out.” He was lucky I wasn’t singing in the choir and therefore in front of everybody with my efforts to keep from chortling.)
So carols and turkey and listening to Marla and Sean – we don’t have Christmas parties to go to (haven’t in decades) but this will do.
And I’ll be sporting my lovely, pampered toes. toes

Richie and I made tons of progress on the bedroom – now we just need the Christmas sheets and the Christmas comforter and pillow shams. The holiday season is shifting into high gear, and I intend to go along for the ride!

Dashing through the (lack of snow) ….

16 thoughts on “Celebration Wednesday (Krissie)

  1. Carol says:

    Getting excited about our trip to Vancouver! They have a German-style Christmas market, so we’ll get to drink Gluhwein and eat doner kebab. And hang with DH’s favorite cousin, which is always a real treat.

    My toes are a deep, slightly sparkly burgundy. Very seasonal.

    • Krissie says:

      Oh, the toes sound nice! I gotta say Doner kebabs made me think of Donner Kebabs (of Donner Party fame) and it didn’t sound appetizing.

    • German Chocolate Betty says:

      Carol, I really had to laugh when I read your post about the Christmas market. Döner kebab is Turkish (which you may already know) and, from the German perspective, is most definitely NOT anything those of us who live here would connect with the Weihnachtsmarkt. There are little döner shops everywhere, which got popular when the Turkish guest workers streamed in in the 60s or so. I cannot remember ever seeing a döner stand at a Christmas market, and, trust me, over the past 30-odd years, I have been to a lot of them (smile).

      At the Christmas market, you would normally find things like Reibekuchen (a pancake made from very finely grated potato and fried — kind of hashbrown-y but juicier) which you usually get with applesauce on top; Flammkuchen which is sort of like a very very very thin pizza that has creme fraiche instead of tomato sauce and traditionally toppings like crumbled bacon, onion, leek, etc; Eierkuchen, basically a crepe, usually filled with jam or Nutella… Of course, sausages, fish (breaded, fried, marinated, including fried or boiled shrimp, etc.), lots of sweets including the lebkuchen hearts with the silly sayings on them.

      Also, in addition to Glühwein (which comes here, BTW, with either red OR white wine as the base — I prefer the white), we have spiked punch, punch made with egg liquor (so it tastes sort of eggnog-y), tea with rum, etc…

      Not sure if I misinterpreted that you considered döner kebab as part of the Christmas market experience (forgive me if I did). But sometimes really weird things get attributed as “traditions” when there are transplants.

      My favorite “dud” is this: in a number of (Christmas) catalogs in the US and Christmas stores (I come from Michigan, so I am thinking Bronner’s in Frankenmuth — Kelly S will know this!), you will always see an advertisement for a “traditional German pickle ornament” for your Christmas tree.

      The problem is, nobody, but seriously NOBODY here in Germany has ever heard of this “tradition”. I am not talking about here in Bonn locally, but my first husband was from Berlin (north), my swe lived in Heidelberg (southwest), my second husband is from the Ruhr Valley, my father-in-law came from Dresden…I have asked friends from every corner of Germany, and no-one has ever heard of this so-called “German tradition”!!?

      You cannot buy these here. A couple of years ago I did see some for the first time, but that was the year that food items as ornaments were en vogue, so the pickle was surrounded by hamburgers, hotdogs, cupcakes, french fries, olives, etc.

      This year at the Bonn Weihnachtsmarkt I actually did see, for the very first time, a single stand where they had a couple of pickles lying in their assortment. However, I attribute it to the fact that Bonn has an international community which is a leftover from its days as the capital, as well as lots of international students at the university. It could very well be that they got asked a number of times by Americans about the “traditional pickle”, so they found some, figuring some tourist would drop their money there…

      Of course, this stuff goes in both directions. When I lived in Brussels they had “sauce americaine” which was a sort of weird mixture of mayo and ketchup (??!), as well as “filet americaine” which was raw ground meat, mixed with raw egg and spices and smeared on bread. The only thing I can figure was that someone connected “raw ground meat” with “hamburger” with “America” — but clearly this is something you don’t find it the US (no, it is not tartare, it is similar, but not the same…).

      Ah well, hope you had fun at the market anyway.

      (Sorry for the hijack!!)

  2. Cindy says:

    Your toes look lovely! I gave myself a manicure this past Saturday. I went with a black base and gold sparkles. My nails looked really pretty…for about 8 hours. Nail polish only lasts on me if I get it applied professionally. 😉

  3. Diane says:

    Your minister’s line: “the men’s movement petered out” made me laugh. I was instantly reminded of a scene in the most recent “Pride and Prejudice” movie where Mr. Collins is up at the pulpit boring his congregation silly and then urges them to engage in intercourse. He becomes flustered, pauses, apologizes, and corrects himself to “social intercourse.”

  4. Bright red toes for me, which provided Grandboy no end of entertainment while I was out there last week. Mommy doesn’t do toenail polish, so Nanny’s red toes were tres cool to him. He kept asking me to take off my socks so he could see them, then he’d say in his precious little voice, “I wuv your wed toes, Nanny. They make me smile.” Who can resist that, I ask you?

  5. Your toes look marvelous. I’m getting my pedi today and haven’t decided on how festive I’ll be. Not much going on here, a small book club party yesterday and a Holiday party this Friday night and that’s about it, unless there are any surprises. I’m going to use the season to focus on gaining some writing momentum.

  6. JenniferNennifer says:

    Festive toes are great. I am trying to talk my sister into going with me to have a pedicure. She’s never been, and I think it would be a good sister treat.

  7. Jill says:

    Lovely toes.

    We usually cut back on Christmas decorations since it is just the 2 of us. But this year we started right after Thanksgiving-I had a Christmas party here Dec 1 and our grandson, granddaughter in law and 11 month old great granddaughter came home from Anchorage for a week. Our 2 daughters and 1 granddaughter came from Kansas City and we had Christmas together. 3 trees-one with beaded ornaments made by my aunt, grandmother, great aunt. 1 Harley tree. 1 Claddagh tree. Before that it was getting ready for parties, fixing food for parties, cleaning up after parties, crafting. Craziness.
    Sunday we go to Springfield for Christmas with a ‘ daughter of our heart’s’ family and 2 granddaughters. Christmas Eve we go to elder daughter’s . Younger daughter comes over. There will be 7 of us. Dinner. Mass if we can get in the church. Family gifts. Kids go to bed –well, maybe the 9 year old goes to bed. And maybe not the 14 year old. Christmas Day sometime we come home and crash.
    The only issue we have is our 47 year old son, biological father of our grand son. He is still homeless, has not had anything to do with his son in 20 years, is alienated from his sisters, Joe is not comfortable around him. So that leaves me. We do try to take him out to eat and shopping occasionally, especially around Holidays. I think I have lost the guilt but pain is lingering. So -into a box !

  8. German Chocolate Betty says:

    Love the toes.

    This year I got crazy and found some glitter polish with red, green and gold glitter. Did toes AND fingers and having lots of fun with it.

    My husband only said, can’t you save that for Karnival (German Mardi Gras)?? I guess that means he thinks it’s embarassing….

    Do not care. Having too much fun.

    • Lynda says:

      Thanks for the link, Diana. Baby animals are indeed very cheering. And I needed that, having gotten hit with some really awful family news a couple of days ago. I’m still trying to process it, but it’s definitely taken away what little Christmas spirit I had beforehand.

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