Well this is becoming quite the holiday journal.  We had our Christmas dinner.  I was trying to be all cheery and said to W ‘isn’t this kind of nice?  just the two of us, no pressure, no fuss, no shades of a madhouse or bedlam or chaos’ and he just said, ‘nope, I miss the kids’.  So do I, but there’s no point in being all maudlin and teary about it, is there?  Now we’re both satisfactorily stuffed and W has passed out in his rocking chair.  It’s very quiet in here, except for the dishwasher laboring away.  The fridge is full of leftovers because I have never had any kind of a clue when it comes to cooking small amounts of anything.  Even though our turkey was barely past babyhood.  Or it was a midget variety.  There’s still two full containers of meat.  Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, peas, stuffing, gravy, cranberries – it’s making me feel slightly ill just thinking about it.  We were both trying to avoid that ‘omg I ate way too much’ feeling but I don’t think that’s possible with turkey dinner.

We should be going for a walk and enjoying this balmy weather!  It’s a lovely overcast three degrees celcius with no wind and no snow.  Perhaps I’ll suggest that to W if he ever wakes up.

Here’s a couple of pictures I’m happy to share.  First off, the family of hockey players.

  And a very recent snowman building feat by the cousins.  Obviously they have slightly more snow there than we do here,  lying around just waiting to be built into something awesome.

I guess it’s an overcast day there as well but this picture has made MY day all sunny.

One thought on “Stuffed

  1. Christmas is over for another are we wait for New Year!

    I do hope that your New Year will bring, love , peace , health and happiness


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