Hollowhead, a.k.a. Holly, my sister, and I baked. And baked. And baked. Including a wedding cake for my niece Madi. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try a new recipe, but they requested a vanilla cake. I placed the “light and fluffy” three-layer cake promised by the recipe on the crystal pedestal. I got a hernia carrying it from the counter to the table. The vanilla bean frosting, however, was spectacular. Maybe the young couple wouldn’t notice that the cake was a wee bit heavy.
Then Hollowhead and I, along with the Bug took fifteen minutes to write a Christmas wedding song destined to make it to the top of the charts. For the young married couple, of course.
“Said Ryan to our little Madi
Do you see what I see
On your ring finger little Madi
Do you see what I see
An amethyst, an amethyst
Shining in the night
With a band as black as you wished
A band as black as you wished.
Said little Madi to the Navy boy
Do you hear what I hear
Crying in the night Navy boy
Do you hear what I hear
So long, so long
She’ll miss you when you’re gone
While you’re training close to the sea
While you’re training close to the sea.
Said the Navy boy to the might captain
Do you know what I know
In your barracks warm mighty captain
Do you know what I know
My wife, my wife
Misses me like heck
Bring her to Busch to see the giraffe’s long neck
To Bush to see the giraffe’s long neck.
Said the family to the couple Christmas morn
Listen to what we say
We pray for happiness for you this day
Listen to what we say
Don’t fight, don’t fight
Kiss and make up every night
This will bring you goodness and light
This will bring you goodness and light.”
We printed out copies and the young couple enjoyed endured the family rendition.
When the full house arrived, we ate. And ate. And ate.
Then we all played board games. And played. And played. We had two tables of Pit going. At table one, Cheezy cornered every single market. We played the game of Things with winning answers from Hot Wheelz like “on other people’s kids” to Things you shouldn’t doodle on. Apparently he had drawn handlebar moustaches on Holly’s kids with indeliable markers when they were little. Then onto Wits and Wagers, finishing our day off at the Guillotine with Hot Wheelz with an all time high number of points.
And then more eating. More eating. More eating.
Afterwards, Cheezy walked up to me. “Mom, I need a plunger,” he said.
“Yeah, me, too,” I agreed. There was so much food.
“No, Mom,” he laughed. “I really need a plunger.”
A full Christmas… in, oh, so many ways.
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Lyricists in the family. Who knew.