Sean and I are Atheists but my parents and brother love the Jesus and the Mary. While we didn’t accompany them to Midnight Mass, we certainly enjoyed the Christmas dinner. A family tradition since 1980: homemade ravioli for Christmas Day. My parents haven’t gone through the hassle of making them from scratch since I was a teenager and admit they might be showing off a bit for the houseguest. If I’d have known that all I had to do to get the ravioli was bring home an Irishman, I’d have done it long ago. They put him to work right away; slicing salami for the antipasto. My brother and I pretended to help to support him.
In case you didn’t know, Pier 1 sells iced gingerbread cookies that you can decorate yourself with the included bakery marker. Please be advised that these cookies were decorated by my brother, not my parents.
At the moment, it’s 7:38 a.m. My father and I are enjoying breakfast; he, espresso and an Eggo waffle spread with jam and me, leftover Panettone eaten straight out of the bag.