All the prep for tonight’s dinner has been done and I’m sitting in front of a cozy fire with Shmoo at my feet and Peaches lying by the front door watching the snow fall. It really DOES feel like Christmas.
David and Jane are bringing smoked salmon and a christmas pudding made by Jane’s father. I’ve made stuffing and we’ll have that with roast capon and my creamed spinach (JM’s most requested veggie). Then Jane’s pudding and a vanilla/caramel ice cream cake.
I’m proud of myself for not going nuts and making more dishes, as I was tempted to do. There will be plenty of leftovers as is.
The snow is now starting to stick. I wonder if it means a real whit Christmas?
As the feeling of peace comes over me, I take this opportunity to wish all good little Possums and those in their kingdoms a very merry Christmas and a joyful, happy and healthy New Year.
Ciao for now.