Wow! Christmas and Boxing Day zipped by in a flash. It was a nice flash, but exhausting, and nothing out of the ordinary actually came up.
We did spend a lot of time in the kitchen, as the kids came over for Christmas Eve, Christmas morning and Christmas dinner. At one point, although there were only 8 of us for dinner, there were 4 of us in the kitchen, all doing things to broccoli and gravy, and bumping into each other, although that may have been due to the wine.
For many years, starting when my parents began hosting both kids and grandkids, it's been our family tradition to have "WifeSaver" for Christmas breakfast. You make pans of what are essentially ham and cheese sandwiches, cover them with an egg and milk mixture and leave them in the fridge overnight, then pop them in the oven in the morning, thus saving the wives from over-exerting themselves. I don't know how you account for the time it takes to make twelve sandwiches, arrange them in dishes, cover them with saran wrap and remind yourself several times to put them in the fridge, then several times in the morning to put them in the oven, but in the seventies, we seemed to worry about the quality of life.
I am not encouraging anyone to make "WifeSavers", unless you really, really like bad puns, but I do encourage family traditions. No matter what the state of those damn wifesavers, from cheesy-bubbly to dry and blackened, everybody looks forward to them, because we always have them. Just as we always have eye-shadow for the women's stockings and jokey key-chains and bottle-openers for the guys'.
Except for the people around the table, nothing changes very much and man! we like it that way.