Each Christmas Eve my family would go to Mass and afterwards everyone would head over to our house. Everyone brought a dish of some kind. We had a wonderful Christmas Eve feast.
My sister and I had spent the days before getting ready by making all kinds of sweets, one of which was whiskey balls. Oh how I hated rolling those cocoa balls in the powdered sugar. It was such a mess. The press cookies were always my favorite. I loved to pop those little Christmas trees out and add sprinkles and non perils to them.
My great aunt always brought baklava. We were not Greek so I never really understood why we had baklava each year. But it never failed that she brought it. There was always a ham, dressing, and little sandwiches filled with pimento cheese, my father's favorite. Olives, and pickles, dips of all kind, chips, deviled eggs, and best of all my Aunt Janice's fried chicken wings. My grandmother would have made her master piece, a coconut cake.
We ate until we were stuffed. My grandfather then always sat back and had his high ball, and told us of Christmas back in the early 1900's.
This is the second blog in the series by GeneaBloggers Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories 2012.