It is December. And for me, that means…..
The Annual Ornament Exchange.
Or as I like to think of it, the only time when I feel like I can steal and not go to jail.
I wasn’t sure that it was going to happen this year. When Chez Knit was for sale there were serious doubts in my mind as to what would happen come December. If the house had sold and we were able to move then I wouldn’t have the party. If the house was still on the market what would I do. But all was solved when we took Chez Knit off the market and rearranged our furniture back the way that we like it. Then I knew I could invite the friends and neighbors to come to my house on the first Monday in December to have some tea and cookies and sedate conversation and…..
Did you really believe that last sentence? Seriously?
Prep for the extravaganza began late last week when I started to assemble ingredients for various dishes. I got the decorating done. I had my little gifts that I give everyone all finished and ready.
And then Monday rolled around.
And I was reminded in a rather forceful way that I live in the Frozen Northeast Ohio where Lake Effect snow happens….a lot. And I was a mass of seething anxiety because where was everyone going to park and what were we going to do and would people even want to come out on a night like this………
But then I got a hold of myself and figured that someone would surely show up and I had better get cooking and cleaning.
Oh the desserts!
These are cake pops made by The Mixer Sisters. Oh lord in heaven they are good. And because I know the Mixer Sisters they brought these with them. Because they wanted to make me happy.
And because they wanted to deflect me and make sure that I was too happy to institute the “Hope and Heather Non-Collusion” rule. After last years little “incident” I was debating it’s merits.
Did I mention that we eat. This at one time held a heaping mess of Jana’s DooDads. Wiped clean. Barely a crumb left for Cindy Lou Who.
And finally, after everyone has had seconds and possibly thirds we repair to the Family Room to sedately pick our ornaments.
Or you can steal an ornament from someone else. But you cannot “steal back” an ornament that has already been stolen from you. And once an ornament has been stolen twice then it is no longer “stealable”. That last rule makes for a bunch of scheming and whispering…..
And then everyone tromped back out into the night and the snow (16 inches at that point). Dan helped me clean up and I collapsed into bed.
I am already planning next year.