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!
Thank you!
Glad the old girl was not going to let things get her down MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Thank you, Noelle. Christmas Day is already half over here in New Zealand!!
That was celebrating the good old way! Merry Christmas, Bruce!
Thanks!
Happy Christmas to you, too!
Enjoy the rest of it, Bruce X
Hope you’ve had a good one Bruce 🙂
Glad to know her husband wasn’t poisoned or something. Or was he?
Murdered? Never!!
Not on your blog. Never happens 😉