It was Christmas Day! It was also Patsy’s first Christmas for fifty three years without her husband who had passed away in June. Both her children were overseas; one on military duty and the other in the diplomatic corps.
“Let’s not get morbid,” thought Patsy. “I shall celebrate Christmas with a little feast.”
Patsy purchased an hors d’oeuvre (“Do not defrost, heat in oven for ten minutes”), the biggest chicken to roast that she could find (“But for Christmas I shall cook it like a turkey”), and a host of vegetables as side dishes (“Different enough from the usual to make it celebrational”).
“I shall have a little wine with it all, and then end with a slice of homemade piping-hot apple pie with whipped cream. I shall top it off in front of the TV with a nice coffee and some marsh mellows.”
But what a stormy Christmas Day! Snow flurries and sudden gusts of wind! And then the electricity went off. A black out. Everything was only half cooked.
Patsy sat wrapped up next to the fire and roasted her marsh mellows on a stick. Oh! She almost forgot! A little wine!
Happy Christmas everyone!
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Thank you!
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Glad the old girl was not going to let things get her down MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Thank you, Noelle. Christmas Day is already half over here in New Zealand!!
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That was celebrating the good old way! Merry Christmas, Bruce!
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Thanks!
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Happy Christmas to you, too!
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Enjoy the rest of it, Bruce X
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Hope you’ve had a good one Bruce 🙂
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Glad to know her husband wasn’t poisoned or something. Or was he?
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Murdered? Never!!
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Not on your blog. Never happens 😉
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