I'm Starting A New Christmas Tradition...

Now that the craziness of the holidays is mostly over, I realize that I'm not yet ready to put away the Christmas decorations. I mean, I feel like I just finished putting them up, right? I did just finish getting them up. In my quest to keep them up longer, I'm instigating the tradition of Twelfth Night. This way, I can stretch out Christmas for another week. Eureka! I don't know why I haven't ever thought of this before.

Considering the fact that our tree stayed in the living room for 3 years, I'd say there's no harm in pretending that we celebrate Christmas until Twelfth Night, which is the Fifth of January. If anyone dares to inquire as to why our tree is still up, I will flash them a huge smile and make my case for Twelfth Night.

Normally, we only use the good china, crystal, and silver on Christmas Eve, but I'm thinking it would be fun to use it all again before it gets put away for another year. What good is it to have these things if you never use them?

We used to have a huge Christmas party every year, which I loved doing, but we stopped having it the year Mr. Snooty's parents both died from cancer. Later, I started having a New Year's Eve party every year but the attendance was never very good so we stopped having that as well. Now, I usually go outside at Midnight and do my big sparklers and set off a few small fireworks. All. By. Myself. It sounds kind of crazy, doesn't it?

So, this year I think I'll have a dinner party the Saturday after New Year's, with just a few close couple friends. I'll make an elegant dinner with some kind of delectable dessert, as we all reminisce about the passing year and speculate about the year to come. I'm thinking we'll have a Prime Rib Roast, grilled tomatoes, salad, garlic roasted potatoes with rosemary, and garlic bread. For dessert I think I'll make Raspberry Neapolitans, which are to die for. This sounds like a much better idea than going out New Year's Eve and feeling like warmed over Hell the next day. We're all getting too old to do much more of that craziness.

Oh Dear! Am I actually beginning to sound like the old fart I'm becoming? Say it ain't so, Joe. Say it ain't so!