Samantha wasn’t rich, but she was comfortable enough. She wasn’t that popular either. She had a few friends, but they weren’t deep friends, more acquaintances. They were enough company. She liked her own space.
She had a brother who had a family and lived somewhere way over in another place. They phoned each other for Christmas and birthdays. That was always nice. These days, Samantha was retired. She lived alone.
Christmas wasn’t a problem, but she was always a little disappointed that she didn’t get any gifts. She came up with a plan.
Quite frankly, her kitchenware was getting tatty. She needed a new colander, and new wooden spoons. The can opener was passed it, as was the corkscrew. The pots had seen better days. The oven cloth was burned in patches. The tea-towels were stained and faded.
Giving money to an acquaintance who loved shopping, she ordered all these things. “And wrap them up in Christmas paper,” said Samantha.
The gift parcels arrived! Samantha placed them under her Christmas tree.
Christmas morning dawned! Samantha brewed some coffee and toasted some crumpets. They were dripping with wonderful butter!
She sat in an armchair and opened her gifts one by one.
Her gifts were a delight!
Happy Christmas!
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What a neat idea! Merry Christmas Down Under there.
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And to you too, Yvonne.
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It is indeed a neat idea…one way of getting exactly what you want. Even better would be to order them from Amazon (the gift wrap fee is small) and have them arrive by parcel post. Cheers, you’all! Hope you’re not too far into the eggnog yet….
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I’ve just had a sensible slice of toast for breakfast, with jam. And a coffee. There is not a sound of traffic or anything. Total peace, and I have the world to myself – (and also no present under the tree 😦 which is usual so I always give Eric a present that doesn’t require wrapping – like this year I got a red stripe painted on the side of his pick-up that he wanted. Pre-prandials won’t begin for another 9 hours!
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Eggnog! I forgot the eggnog. I wonder if they have it here in Italy??
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I don’t think I’ve ever tried eggnog in my life?! Is it a sort of raw egg milk shake?
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With booze ..
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My partner was Sicilian American, second generation. Her family made the most delicious eggnog—not sure of the recipe, but it involved cream and sugar many eggs, and a bit of cinnamon. They separated the eggs and whipped the whites before putting it all together, reserving some of the whipped egg whites to float on top of the punch bowl full of eggnog, like clouds. Of course, it involved brandy, too, but that was added last (in case there were teetotalers about, which there never were.) So I know that some Italians here used to do eggnog!
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I like the idea of floating clouds…!
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Yum and slurp. I’ll be out on the street with a sign “Will do minimal work for eggnog”.
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I hope she still has the receipts, in case she doesn’t like some of her presents. Happy Christmas, Bruce.
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Thanks, Keith! And happy days!
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My sister came for one of her hello-goodbye visits yesterday and brought me all sorts of things I don’t really want but she thinks I should have. Among them were Chex party mix, Canadian meat pie, eggnog, baklava, and a huge poinsettia plant. You should not be alone at Christmas, she said, and left. This morning, the dog and I enjoyed boozeless eggnog, chex party-mix, and baklava with our breakfast coffee. I’m ready for a post-prandial nap.
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LOL!!!
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How can anyone not really want baklava? If I weren’t one of those tedious gluten-free people… (gross–some drool just dripped onto the keyboard )
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You’re right, of course. I could always want baklava. I have even been known to bake a most delicious baklava myself, in past years. The two pieces my sister brought disappeared in a trice.
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OMGosh! I just figured out how to mimic baklava with gluten-free matzoh (there’s a crispy kind), butter, agave syrup, and pecans (I can no longer eat walnuts all of the sudden 😦 ), layered. It won’t be the same, but it will be SOMEthing. I’m on the edge of diabetes with my blood sugar, but d*mn the coming coma–this is for SCIENCE!
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Well – being a silly foreigner – I always though baklava was something one wore on ones head when going to rob a bank.
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Only if you’re female in Saudi Arabia, and you are not permitted to be the getaway driver.
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Having second thoughts: Am I going to non-P.C. hell for that one? Or must I merely wear a microaggression warning label around my neck?
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You’re not far wrong, Bruce…but the word has one more syllable baLAklava. It’s a hoodish hat that goes down the neck and covers the mouth. Lots of skiers wear them to keep warm on the high slopes. I used to have one in my skiing days.
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Thanks for the extra syllable – and a LA at that!! Fa la la la la seems to be the most prominent chorus this Christmas – Balalalalaklava!
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You’ve made my day! (so far…)
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Deck the Halls lol lol lol!
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This is an excellent Christmas. Joyeux Noel, Bruce.
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Excellent joyeux-iousness to you too Susanne.
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Here’s a holiday concert for the homebodies: Carol of the belts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZZk_T__hqI
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As always, impeccable taste, Cynthia!
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I might have finished the turkey, cranberry sauce, and everything else – but this video (almost) made me bring it all up again with laughter! It has been years since I may have attempted to ring a bell in such a manner. Fa la la la la la. I might sound inebriated but the dishes still need to be done. Fa la la la la 0 blow it! they can wait until morning!
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And, some overly-cute kids from New Zealand!
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Loved the video!
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That was too cute. I was a little surprised by Mary’s huge misshapen tummy, but I understood once I saw the humongous size of the newborn babe. It’s impressive the wee mom survived the birth.
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Having two fathers probably made the baby bigger than normal.
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Ha ha ha ha! Still laughing!!
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It’s one of those mysteries of the universe, Outlier babe.
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Happy Christmas Bruce. No presents under our tree either. We have so much and I refuse to be an obedient consumer, buying on the command Christmas. Only Lulu may get an extra treat but she isn’t keen on mince pies.
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Yvonne—That video is priceless…lots of wonderful laughter here over so many moments….but I think my favorite was the the third (the smallest) of the three kings, who not only got almost left behind, but had trouble maneuvering his gift until he finally tossed it at the baby….
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Hope yours was a good one, Bruce
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It was thanks, Derrick, and trust yours was too!
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This woman is clearly able to take care of herself! Bravo! But sad that she does not have even one good friend…
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Perhaps (in keeping with so many of the stories) she murdered them all!
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Ah, gee…
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I am late but I reckon it is better than never. Happy Christmas, Samantha!
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Samantha is undoubtedly gratefu!
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