we’d been warned that it would be awful – the worst ever – because that’s the way all first Christmases abroad are. I don’t really believe they are all that way, but I was prepared for ours to be. and set my expectations thusly.
I expected misery, complaining, tears, gnashing of teeth, etc…
what we ended up with was one of the best Christmases I can remember. I think low expectations were definitely beneficial. we had a very low key day. Christmas Eve we attended the 11pm candlelight service. I don’t know that that would have been on the itinerary had A12 not been playing harp for part of it. by the time we got home it was late. like 12:30am. we did our best to get the kids off to bed quickly with the instruction that we were not to be woken up before 6:30am.
and we weren’t woken before then. down we went to open presents. not alot under the tree. the big gifts weren’t wrapped. after presents – which we somehow managed to drag out until 10am – we ate breakfast. a bagel, bacon and egg breakfast casserole. then spent the day playing spades. puttering around on the computer – trying to figure out how to get it all set up, playing ping pong table tennis laying around in our pjs, and catching some shut eye every chance we could.
eventually we had to start thinking about Christmas dinner. we had rotisserie chicken, corn, mashed potatoes and whole berry cranberries. the chicken and the corn both came fully cooked and still piping hot from the market. the mashed potatoes I slaved over for like 20 minutes of actually having to be in the kitchen. I even managed to make some cream gravy using the left over bacon fat from breakfast. and the cranberries were sent from an awesomely awesome friend in Colorado.
and when the day was done there was no disappointment. I didn’t hear one complaint about what we were missing or what it was like when we lived in the states. everyone seemed very content.
besides, it would be totally nearly impossible to top A12’s first Christmas as the worst ever.