Every year since I can remember my family has done the real Christmas celebrating on Christmas Eve. We go to a Christmas Eve candlelight service, eat dinner, and then open all of our gifts. Not one, all of them. Yes, you heard that right, we open all of our gifts on Christmas eve. Okay, I suppose we save our stocking gifts for the Christmas morning, but all of the big-ticket good stuff is received on Christmas Eve. Patience is not a family virtue.
This year for dinner I volunteered to make the same ham I feasted on at Thanksmas. The rest of the meal was left to my mother. I’ll take the rest of this post to share our meal and the semi-homemade cooking style she exudes.