‘Twas the night before Christmas…I don’t think so. But it is the night before my family holiday celebration.
I’m not crazy about its being this late, but at least it is happening. Finally.
Way too late in the season to have a tree up, or anything like that. So I just stuffed everything into the fireplace opening and plopped an old Santa figure on a table. The stockings look nice hung up though. Actually it’s not at all bad for a make do sort of thing.
I’m sure the kids will be fine with it. The older ones are way too old to buy into the Santa myth. And the baby is 7 months. It is nothing more to her than a bunch of pretty colors and an opportunity to eat some nice paper and ribbons.
It was also too late to find a turkey at a decent price. I should have gone out right after Christmas and foraged for one n sale, but there was not room in my freezer to store it. We decided to have boneless pork roast since all the same turkey fixings also go great with pork. My granddaughter dubbed it “pork log” a few years ago. No, it is not because it’s tough and overcooked, thank you very much. Rather, because it kind of looks like a log when it’s cooked. So we’ll pretend it’s a Yule log.
I’m sure we will all have a good time, in spite of the late date.
