Turkey visitors. |
Mom and I visited the grocery store to pick up an order of finger
sandwiches from the deli counter. Finger sandwiches have been a Christmas Eve menu staple for as long as I can remember. Then we squeezed in most of a tough game of
Scrabble. The letters were not being kind to either of us and it was a relief
when my sister and nieces arrived and we dismantled the still unfinished game.
There was the traditional spread of too much food. Family
was present in the room and from Las Vegas via Facetime. Christmas
music played on the TV Music Channel while gifts were exchanged. The conversation ran the
gamut from work to food to Christmas trivia on the TV to the time some of my
middle niece’s wisps of hair caught on fire at church during the candlelight
singing of “Silent Night” and my sister and Mom were trying to pat it out
without causing a scene. A question about Cher’s birth name came up when discussing
Tony Orlando and Dawn and Sonny and Cher. (It’s Cherilyn Sarkisian according to
Wikipedia and now you don’t have to look it up. You are welcome.)
Visitors to the fallen seed buffet.. |
Throughout the gathering, Winston retreated to his bed to sleep, which, no matter where
it had been placed out of the way of the humans, he dragged to the middle of the living room
floor before settling in.
It was a nice afternoon and evening with much needed family time.
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