The day has flown by.

It’s 11:52. I have some really bad Lifetime Television For Women-esque tv movie on that has horrible acting.

That I can’t stop watching.

Prior to Lifetime wannabes, I fit in a quick yoga session. Even if it was 11:15.

I seriously can’t go a day without getting my yoga on.

It’s that whole mind-body-spirit thing. Also helps that it makes me feel … me.

So. Christmas. The big day.

How was it?

A little of everything: crazy, with a bit of drama and sadness mixed with a whole lot of happy and merry. And bright.

Can’t forget the bright.

As this was the first year Brother and I were solely on for The Dinner, there were bound to be a couple tense moments.

But those quickly faded and all in all, things came together rather seamlessly.

It might have helped that we had plenty of Moet and Chandon {love}.

Add some Vouvrays in there, and some Chateaux du Vieux Parc and voila! One killer Christmas vino line up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In case you’re wondering if there’s an actual reason for a spoon in the Moet, yes, there is.

It keeps the bubbly bubbly. A little ‘ol trick of the trade from Maman.

Oh, the important knowledge she possesses.

You know, I just now realized we never even got to gifts.

Though one from TC {father}, came the other week. You’ve already seen it. In multiple photos with Maman.

And it’s bound to continue making more appearances. Yep, you guessed it — that awesome stride jacket from Lululemon.

Can’t stop wearing it.

It’s that perfect, all around hoodie. You can even workout in it, like yoga workout.

Back to The Dinner … I do believe this is the first year that I didn’t over eat.

Granted, I still had that over stuffed feeling, where you’re trying to suck it in.

But you might as well not suck it in, because the sucking in starts to make your heart rate go up. While you’re standing, trying to do dishes.

Or … this just might happen only to Total Taurus’.

Since Brother and I were in charge of The Dinner, I got all selfish, in the name of wanting everyone to experience my most loved family holiday dishes.

Really it was just an excuse to make things like Sweet Potato Surprise … it’s covered in marshmellows on top and looks like it’s more for the kids table.

I’m a big fan of those sorts of things.

Our organic turkey turned out positively divine. Though there was one rather scary moment where I thought it was burned and ruined and grossy, but that was just the cheesecloth.

What the heck is a cheesecloth anyway?

I never bothered to ask Brother. He was too into turkey cheesecloth preparations. I didn’t want to risk anything getting thrown at me.

So lots of fabulous vino and food was consumed.

Lots of great convo and laughs and stories.

Like the time my grandmother got so pissed at having to prepare a turkey, she threw it down the basement stairs.

To sum up the evening, I leave you with: