Ideas on how to celebrate COVID 19 Christmas have been all over the airwaves and cyberspace.
But the other day I was charmed by an email from a Kutztown friend telling of his family’s Christmas Past, and how it is being adapted to Christmas Present. He and his wife, his sisters and brothers, and their families always had a traditional get-together.
This year, they will visit via Zoom—maybe. The planners are trying to come up with a way all family members can join in, or at least observe, their singing of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”.
“Would you believe, our Great-Grand daughter suggested to me that maybe Zoom is not the way to go … there is another platform that allows mutable voices to be heard at one time,” he writes.
“That’s why the next generation of grandkids are called Greats!!!”
It got me thinking.
What are the 12 things that mean Christmas to me? Midnight Mass in a Liege Cathedral is not going to happen. Zooming with the kids is a life-supporting but weekly thing. How can I make Christmas Christmas on my first Christmas totally alone?
I realize alone is relative. I am with my four-legged, mop-of-a-pup Sandy 4.0. Friends and family are a Skype or phone call away. But there will be no breaking of bread, scooting next to each other in a crowded church pew, or hugging ‘round the Christmas tree. I’ve been lighting candles, listening to holiday music, writing cards, and staring out at the snow-covered landscape, trying to permanently etch it in my mind.
But what are the 12 Delights of Christmas that will warm the holidays for me?
- Fresh chestnuts. Each slit with a knife to let the steam out and roasted in a pan. I remember one night with my Italian grandmother Nives (we called her Nene) when we roasted chestnuts. I must have been 21 or older. We each had a goblet of red wine. We’d peel the leathery, burnt shell off each roasted chestnut and place the still-warm nut on the top of a stick of butter. It would melt a little puddle, then we’d each pick up our chestnut with thumb and index finger and slurp it into our mouth. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
- Soup. This has been the season of soup. Last night, it was Coconut-Butternut Squash Soup. For the days after Thanksgiving, Turkey-Rice soup. I’ve got dried beans waiting for ham and bean soup in 2021. And, I am proud to say, I made my batch of homemade tortellini (169 little navels of Venus) a few weekends ago. I’ll cook a handful from the freezer in chicken broth for Christmas Eve dinner. The rest I shared with family and friends in totally unglamorous Ziploc bags with cartons of broth, complete with simple directions.
- Chocolate-covered cherries. As the oldest, I used to elbow out my sisters for the special gold-wrapped chocolate-covered cherry in an assortment box. Nowadays, I can buy myself an entire box of a chocolate-covered cherries and limit myself to one a day, which is doable, thanks to Belgian chocolate. (I have a supplemental stash of Belgian chocolate-covered candied ginger that came in the mail from Ghent.)
- Pears. I must be indoctrinated by Harry & David giftboxes of Christmas Pasts. Don’t get me wrong, I love apples, but during the holidays a slice of melt-in-my-mouth D’Anjou pear and I’m floating over snowbanks. Chop a half pear into my oatmeal, sprinkle on walnuts or pecans, and I’m on a dreamy holiday.
- Cookies. Again, Nene would bring a red-and-saffron tin of Lazzaroni Amaretti di Saronno. Each pair of bite-sized, domed cookies are wrapped in colorful paper. One crunch and the almond-sugary goodness dissolves into a wide smile. My mother (with five daughters and a dog underfoot) also baked Grammy’s (my mom’s Polish mother) pinwheels, Moravian sugar cutouts, and spice cookie cutouts. I did the same with my kids. This year, I got a care package from my friend Terese with her perfect molasses cookies topped with red sprinkles. One a day, with a pinch for Mr. Sandy 4.0.
- Peppermint. No Christmas tree this year. Just couldn’t rationalize sacrificing a conifer. Besides, my ornaments are packed away. Instead, I clipped a few yew branches (before the deer got them) for a front door swag. Without the Christmas tree, no need for Santa to bring candy canes … but Laurie found a bucket of Peppermint Puffs at CVS for a little peppermint freshness. And Tim won’t be around to plop them in the turkey gravy! (Sorry, family joke.)
- Sweet Fruit Dressing. It’s on my to-do list. If you type Sweet Fruit Dressing in my blog’s Search box, you’ll find the recipe. Christmas Eve I make a salad with greens, pomegranate seeds, clementine sections, avocado slices, pistachios, and drizzle this dressing on top. It also works well any other time of year with salad and your choice of fruit and nuts.
- Brie. On toast, crackers, baguette … my finger.
- Eggnog. Pour into a coffee mug, grate nutmeg on top, sip. Middle-of-the-night elixir.
- Cranberry Upside-Down Cake. My Christmas morning breakfast treat. Again, type the name into my blog Search box if you’d like to try it.
- Prosecco. From Northern Italy with bubble love.
- Spirit. Breathe deep. Send love. Give thanks. Relax. Get outside for a walk. Pray for a healthy 2021. And sing to myself, “On the first day of Christmas …” Laurie Lynch.