Here we are again. It’s that month between Thanksgiving and Christmas when we adopt a sense of entitlement. No, we’re not looking for handouts from the government or the church. We’re looking for handouts of holiday treats: cookies, fudge, cake, pie, chocolate. And for some reason during this time of year, we believe it is our solemn duty - in the name of celebration - to load up on sugar.
I am, with only four days left until Christmas, hauling around 7 extra pounds which I have gained since Thanksgiving day. It started with a leftover pumpkin pie. Of course, the pie would go bad if someone didn’t eat it. So, I ate it. “I’m entitled to celebrate,” I thought. And then there was the cheesy, gooey casserole I made out of the leftover turkey. Again, entitled to celebrate. After all, one more day wouldn’t kill me.
Since Thanksgiving, I have celebrated with chocolate peanut butter cookies at work, Candy Masterpiece fudge on the end of my desk, Bob’s strawberry birthday cake that needed cleaning up, the annual box of See’s Candy peanut brittle which I buy from my coworker to support PEO and which Nancy was supposed to eat, the chocolate covered almonds (for Bob, of course), a couple of gift certificates to local eateries, leftover bread pudding with rum-flavored sauce, eggnog, cider, Peanut M & M’s, Nancy’s famous apple pie with ice cream... you get the drift.
We’re two celebrations away from being finished with this annual sugar-fest. Well, maybe three. On Monday, our company Christmas Eve luncheon will feature famous pasta and pastries from a local Italian restaurant. On Tuesday, I will make prime rib and molten-chocolate lava cakes. On Thursday we head to Kalispell to celebrate Christmas with our grandchildren. Three more feasts... three more pounds. That will round it off to an easy 10.
All I’ve got to say is, bring on the chocolate. I’ve got four more days.