Sunday, December 18, 2011
Because this is a Callahan event, we can always expect something unusual to happen. One year Santa seemed to be a sixteen year old boy. Jolly, yes, but chubby and hairy, no. Another year I think Santa had braids. But this year's Santa nailed it, right down to the genuine home-grown white beard and Mrs. Claus entourage. Dylan was in awe. Fortunately, she's quit asking Santa for random items (2009: a turtle), but now has a "go-to" toy whenever anyone puts her on the spot (2010, 2011: a dolly).
But, like I mentioned, it wouldn't be a Callahan Christmas without a twist, and we were treated to an extra-special one. This year, we ate upstairs in a building that probably was around when Jesus was born. Eating upstairs is a lot like getting stuck at the kids' table for Thanksgiving. There were a handful of adults who were "supervising," and a whirlwind of kids, all running around at full speed. I kept thinking, "Some kid's getting stitches tonight." I would have been right, I'm sure, but just when the energy peaked, the power went out. The room instantly turned dark as the inside of a cow (that's dark). Kid's screamed, parents scrambled, and soon everyone was rounded up and hurried downstairs.
Luckily, what Callahan lacks in population, it makes up for it in ingenuity. Candles, flashlights, and maybe even a flare, were lighted and the Grange transformed from a dark cave to a cozy Christmas. We stayed and the soft lights and power outage made everyone a little giddy. It felt like a real Christmas party; we didn't break into any spontaneous caroling or pause awkwardly under the mistletoe, but the kids got to visit with Santa and Regina and I got all the benefits of a great Christmas party without the nasty eggnog shooter hangover. Win-win. Merry Christmas.