Family, Fiction, Melbourne, Relationship and marriage, Writing

Christmas Lunch

Sara is breathless with anticipation.

She always is this time of year: the excitement of purchasing gifts for loved ones, the holiday to somewhere different, the exquisite feeling of nothingness in the week between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, when the days blend into each other, and all you’re good for is more eating, lying on a couch, reading or taking naps.

Once the family leave after Christmas lunch, Sara will deflate, as she always does. Her hostess duties energise her; once her job is done, she’s at a loss. Plus, she hates goodbyes, waving them off as they reverse out of her driveway brings a nostalgia for her younger days.

Barry comes up behind her. Wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles her neck.

‘Sarz, you’ve done it again. Everything looks amazing.’

He’s looking at the smoked ham in the centre of the table. She’s placed cloves neatly into the flesh, brushed with a honey mustard glaze. The side dishes are mouth-watering as well. A baked potato dish with brie and rosemary, salads with nuts, avocado and feta, as well as asparagus wrapped in bacon. Her pudding was made months ago, the product of hours of soaking fruit and mixing dough and pre-cooking, and is now bubbling in a pot on the stove.

‘Thanks babe. You think there’s enough food here for twenty?’

He nods as he steals a mince pie from the side table. Sara’s eyes widen in horror as crumbs tumble from his lips and onto the floor.

‘I’ve just mopped!’

But he’s already taking care of it with the mini-vac. ‘Sarz, there’s enough food here to feed a small nation.’ Now he’s eyeing the charcuterie platter and she can tell he is thinking about slicing into the Camembert wheel.

‘Don’t do it Barry!’ Sara says, slapping at his hand, just as the doorbell rings.

She feels a frisson of delight, her whole body shivers with happiness. She grins at Barry as she walks to the door. ‘Pop the champers, everyone’s here!’

Photo by Fabio Sangregorio on Unsplash

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10 thoughts on “Christmas Lunch”

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    He’s looking at the smoked ham in the centre of the table. She’s placed cloves neatly into the flesh, brushed with a honey mustard glaze. The side dishes are mouth-watering as well. A baked potato dish with brie and rosemary, salads with nuts, avocado and feta, as well as asparagus wrapped in bacon. Her pudding was made months ago, the product of hours of soaking fruit and mixing dough and pre-cooking, and is now bubbling in a pot on the stove.

    is the best paragraph of words you’ve ever posted 😉

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