What does Christmas taste like?

Expectations often determine our Christmas, especially when it comes to food ;-)

, , as a start for this, more...

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Nephew: Nephew
Aunt: Aunt

Auntie hangs something in the Christmas tree. The doorbell rings. Auntie goes to the door, opens it. Nephew is standing there with a bottle of wine.

Auntie Hello Karl-Dietrich. Merry Christmas!

Nephew Hello Aunt Elfriede. Merry Christmas! (hands over the bottle of wine)

Auntie Oh how nice! Come in, sit down.

both go to the table and sit down
Nephew And? What's delicious to eat this time?

Aunt Are you visiting me just for the food?

Nephew No, no, dear auntie. (Pause) And? What is it now?

Auntie (pulls her face a little) Potato salad and sausages.

Nephew How now? Really? Just, uh, it's delicious too.

Auntie The most important thing is that we two celebrate together.

Nephew (trying to hide disappointment) Yes, of course. And the wine goes with it.

Auntie (picks up the bottle) Yes, that's right.

Nephew (grimaces disappointedly)

Auntie I was pulling your leg. There's a nice Christmas carp.

Nephew Eh, fish? Auntie, I don't even like fish. You know that!

Aunt Karl-Dietrich! I prepared it like this, it doesn't taste like fish at all. Just try it!

Nephew (speaking aside, without the aunt hearing, sounds of disgust)

Auntie What did you say?

Nephew Oh, nothing.

Auntie When I was young, we always had carp at Christmas. That was just part of it, like gingerbread, speculoos, stollen, apples, nuts....

Nephew...or a goose or a roast....

Aunt... Marzipan, chocolate...

Nephew Oh yes, I really like those round white things, chocolate with some kind of white sprinkles on it. I don't even know what they're called. When I google it, I get either white chocolate or round white couch tables.

Auntie I got these especially for you, I know exactly what my favourite nephew likes. I'll set the table now and then we'll have delicious carp.

Nephew ( grimaces)

Aunt (stands up, comes back in horror) The carp is gone.

Nephew (looks around) What's peeking out from under the couch?

Auntie (runs to the couch; pulls out fish) My carp! Pussy, if I catch you! The beautiful fish is now spoiled.

Nephew Uh, the beautiful fish, uh, what a pity.

Auntie (desperate) What are we going to eat now? (thinking) I have sausages and potato salad in the cellar. Shall we eat that?

Nephew Actually, I really like potato salad and sausages at Christmas.

Auntie (leaves)

Nephew Thank you, pussy, and Merry Christmas.