Within the three-year deep affair with Darling, only once we spent Christmas Eve together. Only once so far, but what happened on that night is still vivid now.
It was 2003 Christmas Eve. One month before, Sheffield high streets were colored Christmas joyful atmosphere. We smelled it and I proposed to have wonderful turkey feast in one of the elegant restaurants or wild pubs on high streets, the places, which we never had a chance to step in.
Time flied in a blink of eyes. We didn’t reserve any of the turkey feasts, and in no time it was Christmas Eve.
In that morning, I was mourning over my evening dinner.
What’s more, it was our last Christmas in the UK, I couldn’t let it go without celebrations. Darling saw me in deep depression; he said why not we made our own Christmas Eve menu.
“No!” I rejected it stubbornly.
“Come on” Darling said
“No, it’s not perfect!” I shouted.
“Then, you wan to stay here and complain throughout the day?” Darling shouted back.
He pushed me to put on coats. We headed typical British winds, walking 25 minutes to the nearby supermarket, Morrison. Inside Morrison, not so many shopping crowds. The special stalls for Christmas promotions were almost empty. We carefully checked into the leftovers and picked up something we thought suitable for tonight. As soon as we went home, we cleaned the 1/4 turkey and stuffed some spices and butters inside. While Darling prepared the food, I cleaned the entire house. I removed the wreath hang on the front door and put it in the circle of dining table as the table deco. We found out a thick cloth big enough to cover the whole living room. Yes, we spread it all over the floor and the house instantly looking as our lovely palace.
It was time to the eve; we both all washed up and dressed up also. The menu was comprehensive enough.
Appetizer Carrot Soup, Italian Salad, Butter Bread
Main Course
Roasted Turkey with Trimmings (boiled sprouts, chestnuts, and potato wedges) along with cranberry sauce and butter sauce
Desert
Christmas Budding
Wine
Rose Wine
We exchanged gifts and eyes were wet due to this wonderful night and heavy emotions.
Undoubtedly it was a peaceful and lovable night, only we two, sharing everything and feeling so depending on each other.
So beautiful…
