On the third day of Christmas .. .my true love said to me. . . "I don't smell no turkey" . .
and so I opened the freezer. .
pulled out a frozen stuffed bird. . .
tossed it in a pan .. added a cup of water every hour or so since it tends to keep its juices to itself .. . . . . . .and started the brunch.
Six hours later .. .
turkey with all the trimmings was served.
It tastes remarkably delicious and the leftovers were divided up with great care.
I noticed this year that being five months old . . . is perhaps the best time in a girls life.You are encouraged to put your feet up. . to nap willy nilly . . and you are given great cheers for giggles.
They found this task increasingly more exciting with each trip.
Children really don't need a lot of fancy things.
A new pair of pajamas . . . some new socks and underwear . . .a new book .. .a puzzle and
a fire engine for the lil' farm hand and a dolly high chair for grandgirlie . . .
and they were all smiles.
Yesterday I took down the very brittle .. .
rather drab looking Christmas tree.
I'm leaving the rest up until after the new year.
It won't all be boxed up though . . .
it's winter after all and the "wintery" decorations will keep the bungalow cheery until spring.