Monday, December 26, 2016

good tidings and cheese

there was cheese. there is always cheese. good cheese, french cheese, german cheese, swedish cheese...stinky cheese. good golly we love the cheese. we also had the usual suspects...carrots and mushrooms and celery with dip...wavy-crinkly potato chips, asian pears and just washed grapes. this year there was a ham instead of the meatballs that never seem to diminish, and homemade macaroni and cheese that was perfectly perfect for a day that was as cold in the late afternoon as it was in the pink morning light when everything was powdered in frost.

i forgot to put holiday music on,but we were so loud and chatty i suppose we wouldn't have heard anything anyway...there were cookies, of course...but only two this year. there was pound cake too, but we filled up on so much cheese the pound cake went forgotten. there was nog...and southern comfort for the nog, and wine, cabernet, which went well with the cheese...i opted for whiskey with coke and ginger ale and the chocolate bitters that were snuggled down deep in my christmas stocking.

we played Clue..which took an unbelievable amount of much time...the five adults playing the game opted to accuse (by the seats of our pants) just to get out of it...the boy won both by default, and a correct accusation. by the end of the game, it was past the mister's bedtime and so we scrambled to get in one round of exquisite corpse before everyone fled into the is, after all, a family tradition. between, there was laughter, and chatter, and admiration for handmade gifts. so many handmade gifts! the sock monkey this year was astounding. there was a glittery bert and ernie shrine, wee journals with hand drawn covers and handwritten memories hidden inside for each of us; a lathed up wee wooden tree, pencil drawn campfires in frames, and a small cheery bit crafted from a wooden spool and vintage chenille stem that used to reside in a fabric covered box in an impromptu crafty shed camped out in the garden a-go-go.

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