In 2012, there are few parties actually labeled Christmas parties, but half the that I've been invited to are. My Junior League party on Monday was a holiday party, my best friend's party tomorrow night is a holiday cocktail party, but my three other parties are all legitimate Christmas parties because everyone attending is an assumed Catholic. Assumed here is the key word.
Tonight is our work Christmas party. Because this is a Catholic school, we can get away with a Christmas tree and saying "Merry Christmas" instead of "Happy Holidays." In fact, it's expected. People even comment that the Catholicism on campus is too hidden. Fair enough, but not everyone who attends or works here is Catholic. You obviously don't have too big of a problem with Catholicism if you teach, work, or go to school here, but there are plenty of non-Catholics and even non-Christians.
Sunday is our family Christmas party. My mom's side of the family is big, and since we all tend to do our own thing with our individual families on Christmas day, it's always been tradition that we get together a week or two before Christmas to eat a big huge meal, exchange gifts, and take awkward family photos. This year will be the first time I'm able to attend since 2006–which was also how Thanksgiving was this year. We pick names out of a hat after Thanksgiving dinner and those names become our Secret Santas. It's a little boring and expected as most of us write down exactly one idea for a gift under $25, and I suggested we bring back the Yankee Swap idea but I wasn't vocal enough.
Then on Wednesday is our department Christmas party. We have so much fun here in our little office of four but we also work our behinds off, so we decided to do our own little thing at my boss' new condo. She loves to cook and insists we don't bring anything but ourselves, but I was always planning on buying small gifts for the three of them even if we didn't have a party, and my Bloomin' Onion Bread was such a hit (albeit a lot uglier than the original) at the Junior League party that I'm going to make it again...but give myself more time to make it pretty and less messy to eat.
I can't stay long at the party tonight. I've been up so late every night this week, including last weekend, that I crashed when I got home from work last night. I planned to get started on the baking for tomorrow, but I found myself a complete waste of life. I slept from about 6 till 9 p.m., got up to watch some Grey's and Jersey Shore, and then went right back to sleep. I cannot wait sleep in next weekend–my first opportunity in two weeks.
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