Considering all of the recent heartache, all of the tragedy,
I’m feeling especially grateful to be home with my loves right now.
Today, all seventy-eight thousand members of my family are coming over to celebrate Christmas. And that makes it acceptable for me to bake myself manic, to wear something other than yoga pants, and for my mother to transform her house into a place not unlike Santa’s workshop.
A winter wonderland.
The menu: 5 pounds of my favorite meatballs and sauce, Italian sausages, 3 trays of lasagna, fresh challah rolls from our local bakery, a deli platter with every kind of cheese and cold cut you never knew existed, and my mom’s famous potato salad.
All of this
As you’d imagine, it’s red and green mayhem. It’s glitter-covered, elves-on-all-the-shelves insanity.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re able to spend time with people you love.