My favorite part of Christmas is singing Christmas carols. I spent Christmas Eve afternoon baking pies — one cherry, one pumpkin — and trying to get the high notes in “O Holy Night.” I never made it to the end because my big gray cat, Beauregard, meowed more and more desperately as I sang. Sigh. But my father and I had a lovely evening with our neighbors, who invited us to their Christmas Eve party. They truly are a joy, and they loved the pies.
Merry Christmas, gentle readers!
Bah! Tis a humbug!
😉
I know it’s a tad late but Merry Christmas to you and your Dad. Linda Lou went up and spent the afternoon with the twins and my son in law’s parents and our twin’s four boys and one girl. That girl, Alexandra, is going to grow up tougher than woodpecker lips with one brother and nine male cousins. (No other girls, yet, although we still have a little hope.
Anyway, we have way too many cinnamon rolls and too much blueberry cheesecake left over so I must rake some to our south side neighbors who are older and in poor health and or north side neighbor who is a bachelor and so are both in desperate need of baked goods.
We actually got a little snow yesterday, not enough to stay on the ground but some, anyhow. There was more snow to our west, though, there was actually enough tio see when we got to the northern suburbs of Dallas where we gathered. Brrr!
Peter,
Merry Christmas to you, too! My father and I spent the evening watching “Ninotchka” with Greta Garbo and I’ve never seen him laugh so heartily, even though we’ve seen the movie many times. The first thing I told him on Christmas morning that the fact that he is alive is his best gift to me.
Thank you for telling me all about your Christmas — it’s like I got to be there with you!
Cynthia