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 time...so 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 night...it is, after all, a family tradition.
and...in 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.
