It started with a silly Facebook post on my sister’s page, something about maybe taking down the Halloween decorations, but not feeling any pressure to deck the halls or trim the tree this year because Christmas would be hosted at her younger sister’s house.
That would be me. Hosting Christmas.
When the announcement was made (an announcement decreed by the eldest), I believe my eyebrows shot up and the only word that tumbled skeptically from my mouth was, “Really?” Never have we been trusted with the time-honored tradition of traditions.
My reply back to her on Facebook, of course, was, “I feel no pressure to deck the halls or trim the tree.” And that she would be lucky if I “whipped up a pie from Costco.” And it’s true. Other then picking up my house, and maybe vacuuming a bit, I’ve never experienced those perfectionist tendencies. Oh, we’ll throw up a tree and some stockings, but it will be a far cry from the style of Martha.
Although, an interesting thing happened when the husband (a first born) heard the news of our hosting duties. He went out and bought a new dining room table.
So I ask, do you suffer the curse of the eldest?
PS – She offered to make the pies.