We--well, it's G--are snowplowing our way out to the street so G can go get our daughter. We have 4 wheel drive-she doesn't. It snowed. Lovely, lovely snow. A beautiful Christmas Day.
It's almost 3 pm and we haven't opened our presents. Riley is getting nervous. I don't know how a dog knows about Christmas and gifts, but this one does. He has a worried expression on his face. Hoping he hasn't been forgotten. He is getting a really nice (squeaky) gift from our daughter. Don't worry.
Our neighbor sent over some sparkling cider and the most delicious buttery sugar cookies. And G made an evening run to the grocery (still open and still packed with shoppers--some buying frozen turkey's at 4 pm on Christmas Eve) for eggs. So we could have dessert.
The Boozy Kahlua Chocolate Bundt cake is cooling and soaking up the butter, sugar and alcohol I poured over it. I think this is going to be our regular Christmas Dessert. But next year, I will add a carton of vanilla ice cream to the shopping list. We'll "make do" with whipped heavy cream this year.
We've had our Christmas phone visit with our son (who lives all the way across the country from us) and he had great news, big plans and that was an excellent gift to both G and I. Happy children. It is really a simple wish.
Well, I need to go get myself another two or three of this those sugar snowflake cookies.
Merry, merry Christmas.
2 comments:
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, Joanne. I don't comment often but always enjoy reading about what you are up to.
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