Nothing says Christmas Eve like deep-frying shrimp chips, chapattis sharing the table with a DIY Vietnamese spring roll spread and Korean bulgogi, and my husband and his boss ducking out after dinner for a 9pm Christmas Eve conference call.
And what would a holiday be for us this year without Will awake for half the night with a fever and a cough?
We finished drying and putting away the last dishes around 11pm Christmas Eve and, after many, many (many) untimely wake-up calls, I slept in until sunrise this Christmas morning to find my two boys still sound asleep beside me.
All I wanted for Christmas this year (besides a healthy delivery next week) was a day to do nothing but relax. No big projects, big meals or big plans. I wanted to sit in sweatpants, drink tea, eat leftover mocha cheesecake and watch Will revel in all of the wrapping paper and presents.
Which is pretty much exactly what we did. And it was wonderful. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!