“You know you’ve had too much to eat for Christmas dinner when you slump down onto a beanbag and realize… there is no beanbag.”
The sky is filled with white clouds. It is 27˚. The high will be 32˚ though I’m thinking calling 32˚ high is a misnomer. It is just winter, and complaining about the cold is wasted energy. Stay layered and bundled. I’m wearing a sweatshirt and flannel pants, my usual indoor winter garb, and I’m warm.
My groceries have been delivered. I have food for now, cookie ingredients and some cheese and stuff for dips for Christmas Eve. I have recipes marked and others already printed. Christmas preparation is well on to the finish, to the big days, the I can’t wait days, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
My sister Moe has her stocking. We all had similar stockings: red with white cuffs with our names on the cuffs. There used to be glitter on the letters and the stocking. I don’t know what happened to my stocking. I swear I saw it some time ago, but the sighting is too far back to pull out of my memory drawer. I do have a knitted stocking a friend made me and my name is on the cuff. I have a couple of other stockings I needlepointed for my mother. I put out one stocking this year, one I haven’t used in a while. I like to change up the decorations.
I loved Christmas at my parents’ house. I’d get there on my first day of vacation, usually Christmas Eve morning. I’d bring all my gifts from the car and put them under the tree. The cookies and candy and such went on the dining room table so my father could grab one going and coming from the kitchen. I headed for the kitchen to take my place as sous chef. My mother and I would get the Christmas Eve menu ready. With all of us there, on Christmas Eve, in the dining room was a groaning table laden with food. On Christmas Day we had a huge family sit-down meal. The table was set with Christmas dishes, and I usually sent flowers for the middle of the table. My mother and I prepared the food, and we could barely fit all of the dishes on the table. My father carved the meat in the kitchen. It was ham or a crown roast of beef or pork or a combination. It was a feast.
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December 20, 2019 at 1:59 pm
Me Mum just loved this and it was played and played and played. 60 years later I can single each and every word
December 20, 2019 at 2:21 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I laughed right at the beginning and smiled the rest of the way. Itr isn a fun song of sorts. I do like the man’s perfect voice for this song.
Thanks!!
December 20, 2019 at 2:55 pm
I think its around 1963, we had the single and my Mother played it over and over. I even remember that the B side was “Got an idea (you dont love me any more)”
December 20, 2019 at 3:12 pm
I’m surprised it didn’t make it here. Comical Christmas songs were usually popular. But then, December 1963, we were still in mourning.
December 20, 2019 at 7:00 pm
Hi Kat,
Well it’s been nice here in Phoenix all week. The high was in the 60s with a low in the 40s. No clouds in the sky. They are forecasting a cool wet Christmas for the valley of the sun. I’m waiting at the airport to head home.
When my kids were little we watched Arthur’s Perfect Christmas on PBS. From that TV show I discovered an old Jewish tradition for Christmas Day, going to the movies. 🙂
December 20, 2019 at 7:26 pm
Hi Bob,
Today felt balmy after yesterday which was soooooo cold, the coldest day so far. Christmas Day will be in the 40’s. That feels warm as long as there is no wind. I could see a whole family going to an afternoon movie on Christmas.
December 21, 2019 at 1:06 am
Still dark here but the sun will rise behind the thick clouds around 8:50 something. I think I’ll need to go to the grocery store one more time before christmas and I cen’t decide which one. I could go to the closest in Gudhem but they don’t always have all I want but at the same time they need all the support they can get like all small stores in rural areas.
I could go to the supermarket since they always have everything but I really don’t like that store 🙂 and I can also go to the one in the village where I work but it takes half an hour to get there. All these problems in the developed world 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
December 21, 2019 at 11:39 am
Christer,
I really didn’t mind shopping, but I hated loading the bags, unloading the bags and taking them to the kitchen. I order from two different grocery stores. I also go to Ring’s, the mostly upscale small grocery store near me. There are independent places inside like the bakery, the fish market, the produce section, the butcher and more. I go for one item and buy several more.
I have everything I need to start baking today.
Have a wonderful evening!