This Christmas I was in the odd position of not being the hostess in my own home. I had gotten my parents to agree to come to our house since I got practically no time off of work. Convincing them was a miracle in the highest order, because my mother has a death grip on her family Christmases at home that is so strong even the hulk could do nothing about it. It was weird to be hosting, but in a good way. It made me feel like a true adult to be hosting Christmas. However that feeling did not last for long.

I guess my mother has hostessing so ingrained in her that she brought the title with her. It was a traveling show of all the food, presents, games and ambiance you need to make Christmas happen anywhere. Now I did my best to have everything ready, but when my parents brought their two tons of stuff in for the two days they were spending with me, my role was taken away. Now this wasn’t necessarily such a bad thing, it was just an odd feeling. It was kind of like my house was taken away from me. All I can say is at least I got a free meal out of the deal. And I didn’t even have to do the dishes.