Last night, thirteen of Rob’s students came over for a Christmas caroling party. And it was a real party, too, because we used the Christmas plates from Nana and Grandpa and some serving dishes that haven’t seen the light of day since we unwrapped them after our wedding. Sam deserves some sort of an honorable mention, too, because he was Mr. Patient in his exersaucer while I cooked the two days beforehand. (Usually, he’s ready for a change of scenery after about fifteen minutes.) The best part was that Rob got home way before the students started showing up and we tag-teamed with Sam to finish up the last few things.
Everyone started showing up around 6:00. We served sloppy joes and the various accoutrements that accompany them, as well as fruit and dip and pepparkakor (peparkakor, pepperkaker, whatever… those thing Swedish gingerbread cookies). Everyone squeezed in around the dining room table and ate and talked and laughed. Our house has never been so loud — even with Sam’s squawking and Rob and I screaming at each other when we play board games. It was awesome. After everyone had finished eating, we ran through the carols and realized that our dirge-like tempos were not welcoming the birth of Jesus, but actually killing him slowly with a butter knife. Rob said, “This is not Lent everyone.” Everyone did their best to sing a little faster.
Then we set out into the neighborhood on a warm and rainy night. Yes, everyone, it was raining. Misting is probably a more accurate term. We sang at a number of houses with little kids, which was everyone’s favorite. There was one little girl, who was probably around six years old and clad in pink flowered jammies, was actually quivering at the door, she was so excited. It was extremely cute. By the time we were done, our sheets of music had melted into mush and everyone was quite damp. Upon returning to the house, everyone stayed for hot chocolate and watched “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.” I learned that it takes a long, long time for 12 cups of milk to get warm enough to actually call it hot chocolate. I think I have stirring arm today. OK, not really, I’m totally exaggerating.
I think the best part of the night was when Rob pulled out the picture of him with long hair and passed it around the room. One kid, Dan, was so stunned he was speechless. Quite a feat for Dan, who has a quick, dry sense of humor. Once his speech returned, I think he said something like, “This is a dream. A terrible dream. My retinas are burning.” It was hilarious.
We had so much fun that we’re going to make it a tradition every year. Not so much for us or for the kids, but so the Christmas china will be put to good use once a year. 🙂