Christmas 2005
December 26th, 2005 | 
Author: Christmas is a wonderful time for children – and a wonderful time for the parents of children, at least to me as a parent it is. My son David has been talking about Christmas for the past week, and had been eyeing all the presents under the tree. He knew that they were not going to be opened until our friend Roy and then Grandma arrived on Christmas day.
When Roy arrived, David said, “Now we just need Grandma to be here!”
Not long after, Grandma and her Collie drove into the driveway, and that was that, as far as David was concerned. Now that Grandma was here, presents could be opened. How can you argue with logic like that? My three year old understands precise language, and it means exactly what it means. So we had fun opening presents – David had a blast!
I like to cook, sometimes. I don’t like everyday sort of cooking, but I love to cook for special ocassions, and today I was responsible for dinner – all of it. If I’m going to cook, I usually prefer to do it on my own. Everyone get out of the kitchen! “No, I don’t need any help right now, but thank you.”
Everything is planned in my head, exactly when to start the potatoes, the vegetables, make the cranberry sauce (although I was a bit late with that one), all timed so that the turkey could be carved when it was ready and steaming hot.
Everything (other than the cranberry sauce) turned out perfect. The turkey breast was deliciously moist and tasty, the gravy was so good that Wendy had seconds of the mashed potato – just so she could slabber her plate with gravy and used a spoon to get the last drop.
And the wine – I decided to serve my homemade blueberry wine with dinner – more on that in a separate post – but I have to admit I was quite proud of the fact that every part of dinner was made from scratch – including the stuffing.
However, what I’m most proud of is my 3 year old son. Man, if you could see him, you’d adore him as well. He is just the best and makes every ocassion something special. In fact, every day is special and moments throughout each day when I hear,
“Daddy, know what?”
“What, David?”
“I love you, Daddy.”
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