Lemme just say… Night of Noel… around here, it’s a big deal.
(OK, it’s a big deal for the group of Christian women connected to a rather small Naval Air Station on a rather small island in a rather small sea.)
For the past couple of years, Night of Noel has been ah-may-zing. My friend Joy (creator of Peppermint Bark Chocolate Chip cookies) transformed our chapel fellowship hall into a land touched by elves with twinkle lights. Unfortunately two things happened between last year and this year: Joy moved away this summer, and I volunteered to be the Hospitality Chair for my Bible study this fall. Unconnected, right? I thought so… until I found out that part of my new job included all the decorating for Night of Noel.
For those of you who don’t know me that well, I’m not much of a decorator, or even that creative. Sure, I like making things, like Peppermint Bark Chocolate Chip cookies and felt baby shoes, but generally I follow recipes or adapt patterns… or take a little jaunt around Pinterest.
Well, it was too late to turn back now. Recreating the magic of Night of Noel was up to me. Or so I thought.
What I found out, however, was that even though Night of Noel’s beauty was up to me in theory… whereas in reality I had a small army around me of dedicated, creative, and profoundly hardworking women. I showed up on Friday for an evening of decorating the hall and couldn’t believe it when about 10 other women showed up too. On Sunday afternoon even the guests who showed up early were happy to put the batteries in the last set of twinkle lights or take pictures of my table when I didn’t have time.
And my table that I was hostessing? It was a collaborative effort between my dear friend Becca and me (Becca Squared was at it again) and pretty much every idea was hers. Don’t you love the pine branches with the little place cards and the burlap straps that make the table look like a rustically wrapped gift? I added gilded pine cones that I’d collected on our latest Mt. Etna hike and spray painted gold, and then sprinkled greenery and cranberries around some of the candles on the table.
Christmas trees decorated with simple white lights were an easy solution to my decorating woes for the rest of the hall. Next year (did I just say that?) I might elevate the smaller trees onto tables so that the whole room could see them. There are at least five trees that are invisible in this picture:
The delicious meal was perfectly prepared by one of Lena’s favorite Italian babysitters, Maria. We started with bruschetta and Maria’s famous campanada, a Sicilian specialty. Later the main course included a chicken cutlets and the local classic: pasta alla Norma (eggplant, tomato, and ricotta pasta).
- I have never made fondue before in my life.
- The commissary (grocery store) didn’t have the right kind of chocolate, but I didn’t know that so I just bought baking chocolate. (Gag.)
- I made it in a crock pot over the course of several hours while I furiously finished decorating and then began hostessing my table.