Marion, oh, yes, desserts were eaten, we Chicagoans don't mess with cold, we stamped our feet about for about 5 minutes before deciding that breaking the door down was really the only civilized thing to do.
My mother was also famous for making jello molds she would forget to put out, kind of like a jello amnesia. And growing up something would always break when company was coming for Christmas--the toilet, the oven, nothing too indispensable.
It's going to be hard without her, I have so many memories of decorating the tree and the house and today we decorated her grave instead. Last night my siblings and I picked ornaments from her collection. We also used to do a lot of holiday baking, can you imagine about half a dozen kids "helping" you bake? Oh, what a floury mess! She would lose her patience sometimes with so many kids but not when we did our Christmas baking, it was pure joy and holiday spirit.