“We checked every bulb, didn’t we, Russ?”
“Yeah, Dad, I’m sure of it.”
This came in the mail for me from a sweet friend.
The word of the day for December 26 was “busy.” Apparently, I was too busy to take a picture. “Relax” is apt for the 27th, though. I saw off my parents and brother as they headed south to visit our other brother and grandmother. My kids were wired from three days of company, cookies, and stocking candy, so I sent them each to their rooms with a book and I sat down with a cup of tea.
There wasn’t much aftermath to be had since we cleaned up as we went along. Baby Sprinkaan necessitated that. I do, however, have the aftermath of the turkey post-carving, post-broth-making. So long, turkey!
My parents and youngest brother and his wife and baby came for Christmas this year!
Bake? Did I ever!
From left to right: sugar cookies, whole wheat bread, pain d’épices (our Christmas morning breakfast tradition), and cornbread for stuffing. Whew! And I still have to make dinner rolls and pies! But not tonight.
And the prettiest sight you’ll see is the holly that will be on your own front door.
Ok, so there’s no holly. But there could be because there is a giant holly tree down in our side yard. Maybe next year I’ll go down there and clip some for our front door.