I survived Christmas 2011. Did you?
It’s been a crazy couple of days, but I’ll do my best to sum up this bit of the holiday season. It all started on December 23 — Christmas Eve Eve with Brian.
I DID exchange Christmas gifts with Brian for the first time! We decorated a tree together, hung (and sufficiently filled) stockings and ate an awesome steak dinner that I in no way helped with.
I DID receive amazingly thoughtful and kickass gifts from Brian. I got all my favorite candy and chocolate things. I got a new hot pink jacket that is so bright it’s practically blinding. Perfect. I got the painting I’ve been wanting but would never actually buy for myself. And, best of all, I got a shirt with a giant llama on it. Brian knows me so well.
I DID give Brian the gift of adventure. And also the gift of candy. And that Steve Jobs book.
I DID NOT have to fake excitement about any of the aforementioned gifts. Sometimes I get unwrapping anxiety. Not this time. First Ali & Brian Christmas: Success!
I DID get up and run on Christmas Eve. It was chilly, but I threw on the ol’ short shorts and legwarmer combo and hit up Central Park for 10 miles of fun. There’s not too much else to say about that.
I DID arrive at the airport two hours before my Boston-bound flight. I thought there would be traffic and crazy security lines. Nope. There was none of that. Instead my nice taxi driver man got me to JFK in record time and there were roughly three people ahead of me in the security line.
I DID NOT stay awake for any part of my flight home. I fell asleep before we even pulled away from the gate and woke up when the wheels touched down in Boston. I love JetBlue.
I DID NOT injure myself hauling my 45-pound suitcase off the baggage claim thing. That is because I have tons of upper body strength, obviously.
I DID feel happy to arrive home in New Hampshire on Christmas Eve. My dad picked me up in Boston and we (OK, I) chatted nonstop on the entire car ride to the northern land.
I DID get drunk within two hours of my arrival at home.
This year, Christmas meant a packed house at the Fellers. My grandmother (we call her Honey) and my Uncle Glenn came up from Pennsylvania, plus we got Ryan and Michaela with us this year (they spent Thanksgiving with her family, so they came to us for Christmas). It was a very festive place to be.
Christmas Eve at our house means drinking…a lot. My dad makes this drink called a “Woo Woo” and I don’t know why it’s called that, but I do know that it means everyone will inevitably yell out “Woo Woo!” at many points throughout the night.
Honey included. She was woo-wooing like a little champion. She’s an 87-year-old rock star.
I DID sleep through most of the Christmas Eve action. We ate dinner, I got drunk and then I passed out on the couch while my parents’ friends came over. Apparently it was loud, but I kept on sleeping. I’m so hardcore. Life of the party right here.
I DID NOT sleep well that night. It could be because I had Woo Woo swimming around in my stomach and I was on an air mattress, but it’s cool. It’s Christmas.
I DID wake up way too early on Christmas morning. I was the first one up, so I took pictures of stuff.
I DID NOT realize how overboard we went this year until I saw all the presents underneath the tree. I mean, seriously? I should also point out that we are all grown humans, though Ryan and Michaela’s not-yet-born-baby (affectionately known in this family as “Bump”) probably got the most gifts. Lucky little kid.
I DID tell my family that all those presents were unnecessary and that we should donate them to charity, and they all said, “OK, you can donate YOUR gifts to charity, go ahead,” but I didn’t and that’s where that story ends. We all kept our gifts.
I DID appreciate that it snowed on Christmas morning. It was perfect: little flurries with no real accumulation.
I DID NOT wake up on Christmas morning with a hangover. I cannot say the same for my Woo Woo-loving brother, Ryan.
I DID drink hot chocolate in a snowman mug with lots of whipped cream. It’s tradition.
I DID practice being an aunt. When Bump arrives in May, I’m going to be totally ready to hold it and play with it and stuff. I spent all day yesterday practicing with a stuffed animal, so I am definitely ready to hold a newborn. It’s practically the same thing I bet.
I DID love every single gift I received this year. I’m pretty pumped about my new ski jacket and snow pants, and Ryan and Michaela got me a JetBlue gift card to use to visit my future niece or nephew. I thought that was amazingly thoughtful. What they don’t know is that I’m going to use that gift card to hop on a flight to Aruba instead…
Just kidding. I’ll pick up the baby, and then we’ll go to Aruba together.
I DID receive a fleece adult onesie for Christmas. That is not a joke.
I DID NOT watch Hello Dolly. My dad and Honey did, though, and they loved it. And then they wouldn’t stop singing that “Helloooooo, Dolly!” song and everyone got kind of annoyed.
I DID break tradition and change out of my pajamas on Christmas. I broke out for a 4-mile run. It was cold and uneventful, but I was glad I did it.
I DID NOT appreciate being endlessly mocked every time I stuffed my face with more food. “It’s OK to indulge during the holidays,” all my loving family members kept saying as they laughed in my face. Apparently they had all read this post.
I DID NOT enjoy watching Bridesmaids with my grandmother.
Yeah, that movie is hilarious, and I’ve seen it three times now. But it’s not a Honey-friendly movie, and while I’m old enough to live alone and pay my own bills and clean my own hair out of the shower drain, I am not mature enough to watch onscreen sex scenes in the same room as my grandmother. I’m just not. I hated it.
I DID set a new PR…in cookie eating. I am so proud. My jeans are feeling snug, my face is looking good and bloated and I’m feeling like I really came out to play this holiday season. Those cookies didn’t stand a chance. Neither did those rolls. Or that Death by Chocolate. Or the ham. And the pineapple stuffing. And the stuffed shells.
I DID NOT feel like putting on workout clothes today, but I did it anyway. I ran the same hilly 4-mile out-and-back route that I did yesterday. It was boring, but I got sweaty.
I DID love every minute I got to spend with my family, especially Honey and Uncle Glenn since I don’t see much of them during the rest of the year.
And that’s my Christmas in a very big nutshell. Thanks for joining me on my recap adventure.
Next stop: Boston!
I’m staying at Ryan and Michaela’s house tonight — and Brian is coming, too! We’re all having dinner tonight. I am already ready for my next meal, and I’m ready to put my bunny outfit back on.
TELL ME: How was your Christmas?! Best gift given? Best gift received? Most delicious thing you ate? Did you and your family also treat a stuffed animal like a part of the family? Tell me everything.