Who is running Christmas?

Normally we go to my parents' over Christmas. It's a tradition that we gather there, at their place. This year my mother has stated that she is too tired to fix everything. I offered myself to go there in advance to help her, but that wasn't accepted. So, I invited them all to come to my place and celebrate Christmas instead. Simple as that. I've done it at least once before but at that time we were living in a large house.

Nobody is happy about this arrangement, except my mother. Everybody things it's much better to go to the countryside for a few days and be able to walk in the silent woods in the evening hoping there aren't any bears nearby or to walk on the ice on the lake during the day. Much more space indoors too, and everything just exactly as it used to be every year.

I've started to cook and bake now. I don't mind. It's quit fun. On the positive side is that since I'm "running Christmas " this year is that I will decide what to eat when and so forth. That's what I thought. But my little mother hates the idea of anybody else taking any decisions whatsoever about anything. Not just related to Christmas or cooking. She like to take all decisions and influence everything. Because she knows best. Now she has started to call and tell us what she is planning to bring. One would think that she would ask what I want her to bring..
If she knew I was writing this, she wouldn't come at all. That's what I'm afraid of. If she feels injured she will refuse to come at all and it wouldn't be any real Christmas without the old folks.

Maybe I need to start calling her to tell her what she doesn't need to bring...to make her understand that my fridge will be filled by the time of Christmas Eve. We need to see how similar we are. What she likes to do, I like to do too...