How the other half does it.

How the other half does it.

I was happy for him to be able celebrate the holidays with his Mom.

Technically, she wasn’t my MIL yet.

 

This was before we were married. 

 

I had never had a Christmas meal anywhere else but, at my home. 

 I thought everyone did Christmas up like my Mom did. 

Nope.

 

When we arrived,

The first thing I noticed was there was no smell.

I didn’t smell Turkey or dressing or apple pie.

 

There was no tree or decorations.

There was nothing in the house that indicated it was Christmas. 

OK.

 

We sat and relaxed together. 

She didn’t seem like she had anything to do.

She wasn’t even wearing an apron.

I couldn’t stand it.

Curiosity got the best of me.

On my way to the washroom, I checked out the kitchen.

Nothing. 

 

There was no mess.

No food on the counter.

No pots on the stove.

Nothing.

 

There was something in the oven.

It was small and covered in tin foil. 

I was confused. 

 

Eventually, we were asked to come to the table. 

There was no centre piece,

No Christmas at all.

There was no china or crystal.

Just an everyday table setting.  

 

I offered my help but, it was rejected.

She carried out plates to us, one at a time.

There was turkey, potatoes and peas on the plate.

She brought out some buns. 

She put a thimble of gravy on the table.

We ate.

She cleared the table.

I offered my help but, it was rejected. 

 

She brought out pudding already served.

We ate it.

She cleared the table again.

Again my help was rejected. 

 

I had to see.

I went the long way to the washroom.

I entered the kitchen.

Still...no mess. 

 

It was amazing. 

How did she do that?

Where was the food?

Where were the leftovers?

 

It was the strangest Christmas dinner of my life. 

When she became my MIL,

And moved back to Ontario,

I cried at the thought of giving up Mom’s Christmas for...that.

Mom gave me the greatest gift. 

She invited the MIL to our Christmas dinner every year.

I was so thankful. 

 

Not once did we have to share Christmas,

Or have two ‘dinners’,

Or drag our kids from one Grandparents house to the other. 

My Mom made it so easy for us. 

She said she did because she is selfish and wanted us with her.

Mom wasn’t capable of a selfish thought.

Mom saved Christmas for me. 

However, once the MIL started joining us,

Our Christmas’ became very interesting...

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