It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! Unless the Christmas-magic-maker in your house is on a general strike, that is. You know what I mean: every household has that one person who makes sure the tinsel is untangled, the Santa letters are mailed, the RSVPs rsvp’d, the food bank donations sent, the Santa hats supplied, the shopping list checked twice, the Elf shelfed ….
In my house that person is me, and when I was a kid, it was my mom. I remember asking my mom one Christmas Eve if she still got that that vibrating excitement in her stomach in anticipation of Christmas morning. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but the gist of her answer was “nope.”
And that was the moment I decided I never wanted to grow up. To not feel that squiggly-jiggly-can’t-sit-still-can’t-sleep-a-wink eagerness for the clock to strike 8 a.m. on the 25th of December so my brother and I could burst into our parents’ room and rouse them from their slumber with squeals of delight seemed a most terrible consequence of aging.
Now that I am a mother myself, I’ve discovered that the actual consequence is worse than not feeling those Christmas butterflies—the butterflies have been replaced by violent Christmas moths destroying my entrails with questions like “Is the advent calendar filled?” “Am I sending Christmas cards this year?” “Can we afford a gift for every wee one in our extended families?” “Do I have enough reserve presents for the 9 p.m. announcement by my husband that such-and-such a person at the office needs a present tomorrow morning?”
Unless … unless you decide you deserve some magic. And mamas, we deserve some holiday magic too! And at least for me, holiday magic involves a delicious meal that I do not have to shop for, plan, cook, serve, share, clean up after or shove down my gullet in a hurry. And since the time surrounding Christmas itself is a flurry of activity and travel for us, I’m doing what I assume Mrs. Claus herself must do in early December: I’m celebrating early with an evening out with my husband and my bestie blogging colleague and her main squeeze at The Keg. Being self-employed, we bloggers have no staff Christmas party to look forward to (or dread), so we’re making the holiday season merry on our own terms while simultaneously filling up our holiday-magic-making-tanks with good food, drinks and laughs.
#ad When I was little, I remember watching my mom get ready to go out, trying to get her bangs as high as possible! Here…
There is a certain delight in knowing you can order three courses of food and not have to get up from your seat once (unless you are like me and have to pee constantly). The equivalent of our Christmas Elf was our server Ethan, who thoughtfully went over the menu with us and offered insight into the variety of steak cuts available and the daily specials.
He didn’t have to pull my leg to get me to try the lobster gratin for an appetizer. Seafood and cheese = two of my favourite things.
Another appy served at our table was the bacon-wrapped scallops. The happy recipient observed: “My favourite food wrapped around my second favourite food!” (I was going to attribute this quote to him, but he informed me it was lifted from the TV show Parks & Recreation.)
Although the meal was leisurely in timing, it felt like time flew by as we caught up on uninterrupted adult conversation topics. Silence fell only during chewing: me on my salmon, my tablemates on their various cuts of steak accompanied by lobster tails. (My husband is still annoyed that I stole one of his tails.)
We capped the evening with coffee and dessert. I don’t know the last time I’ve enjoyed a hot coffee and not had to share a dessert! The dessert menu features some “mini” portions for people with self-restraint or two 11 oz. fetuses squishing their usually cavernous stomach. I couldn’t even finish the last tiny bite of my brownie … but man was it good.
It’s not often that we parents get to put ourselves first and be treated like the true kings and queens that we are. At home, no one cares if our steaks are properly cooked, our drinks appropriately served, our crême brulée up to snuff. The Keg staff made sure our evening was magical, and now we’re ready to do the same over the next few weeks of December for our deserving (though at times ungrateful … until they become parents themselves) children.
Head to The Keg for holiday magic just for you!
Disclosure: I have partnered with YMC and The Keg and have received compensation for this post. All opinions in the post are my own.