Happy Christmas to all my readers. I have learned this morning that some of you are reading in Germany. I am so flattered and it will give me greater impetus to keep going.
Off now to stuff the turkey and oversee the cooking of what I hope will be a successful meal.
It brings to mind the Christmas Day long ago when I took all the children to mass and on my return found the turkey burnt. In my haste to get them all presentable I had forgotten to turn down the initial high temperature. The turkey was black on the outside and nearly raw inside. I sat on the floor with the turkey and cried with the children all around me wondering why it mattered so much. I rallied and scraped off the burnt bits and put it back in the oven again.
This year I intend to concentrate not only on the cooking of the turkey but also on the eating of the meal. I intend to enjoy every morsel of the feast.
It’s only one day as they say but the postmortems and ham and poached egg breakfast are what I love on St Stephen’s Day.
Love to everyone, wherever you are.