Come the holidays, everyone would get so excited. I remember Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's were when there would be nothing to do for us kids but watch TV during the mornings. Meanwhile Mom was upstairs slaving away, making sure everything was just right.
She had already made the sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes the day before. Those sides took time, but were easily reheated. She had work to do on the turkey and the vegetables and the other sides, the creamed spinach, the carrots, the breads. This was so pressing on her mind that after waking up at 8 and starting at 9 she would be finished early, around one or two, which gave her about three hours to add the finishing touches.
First, the table had to be set immaculately and it was just around this time that I wandered upstairs from the boy's den hungry for lunch, and asked her to make me something. She glared and said you have to help me with the tabletop accessories first. So I followed her into the dining room and we set the glass cake stands on the silverware dresser, which was behind the table, and I set the wine carafe on the table along with the flatware caddy, and all the forks and knives and the festive napkin holders.
I ate something small, because mom wouldn't want to fix me anything nice after the preparations she'd made all morning for the feast. She said "You'll ruin your appetite," although in retrospect the best thing I could've done before those feast days was eat a large lunch so as to stretch my stomach to prepare it for that evening. And because I'd eat only a small meal, I'd be hungry by four 'o'clock and eager for our guests to show up so we could finally sit down and eat.
And when they finally did, about an hour or so later, the house would ring with laughter and I would take the gifts for mom they brought and then lead our cousins downstairs to show them what toys and materialistic objects I had that could set me apart from them, while simultaneously letting them play with my stuff, as though revealing to them a familial secret... Soon enough the parents would call, and there were more people in the house, and the tabletop accessories rattled with each step one of our uncles took and everyone drink and laugh and there were nuts on the table and then it was time to eat.
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