‘Tis the season for the party where under no circumstances should you say the “C” word. This is in spite of the fact that the entire party was created because of this word.
But shhhhhh, don’t say it.
Maybe this time I wouldn’t.
The day before this gathering, I looked at lots of baking recipes. I tossed out ones that I had already made in previous years before finally settling on the one.
After shopping for the necessary ingredients, my night of baking began. I drank wine and played Christmas music to get in the mood.
Miraculously, only a couple of things were mixed up and what do you know…all of the treats tasted pretty good! I had to make 6 dozen. Everyone else does the same and then we all have an assorted platter of everything when we leave.
Ready for action the next day, I went to the house where it was being held. My friend is the most amazing hostess. The house was decorated beautifully. Their tree was lit up with twinkling Christmas lights. No matter where you looked, everything was festive and made you want to break out into a chorus of Christmas carols.
Then I was handed the beads.
No, no. NOT those kind of beads. It wasn’t that kind of party. Don’t believe everything you read about suburban life.
It was your visual reminder that if you said the “C” word, you lose the beads to a so called friend who would somehow get you to say that word just so she could get that necklace off your neck.
You see the one with the most necklaces wins.
Shhhh…don’t say the “C” Word!
The pressure was on. People can be very serious about this kind of thing. You really have to be on your game.
Did I mention there was alcohol at this party?
If you have already read about me here then you know that one or two drinks in, I could be singing the “C” word while hanging from the doorway next to the mistletoe.
Thought maybe I would play it cool this year as my strategy for keeping my necklace and maybe tripping up some of the others. It didn’t go as planned.
With one sip and one conversation in, I said it.
There went my pretty necklace.
At first I just stared. Then I handed it over.
I was free. Just like the elf in Harry Potter when he got a sock.
Poured myself another Christmas punch and I let that C word fly in every other sentence. Some of the others joined me while some were just in it to win it.
There could be only one.
Except in this case it was a tie. So much for the dramatics. Thankfully, no tears were shed.
My amazing friends and I made plates full of all different kinds of goodies. We laughed and talked about our plans for the holidays.
They were already starting to disappear from my plate as I began eating a few.
No one can resist a good cookie.
Shit. I said it.
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