Twas The Night Before Christmas

It is the day before Christmas, and all through our house, peace and happiness reign.  

The shopping for gifts is long finished, well except for a last minute special request, that Thanks to Amazon was delivered on time.  J asked for a new larger ironing board, I must be married to the only man in the country that would ask for a new ironing board as a special gift for himself.  

The kitchen is stocked with goodies, we are tying something new this year, beef-tenderloin instead of a turkey.  We like turkey and  turkey is a great centerpiece for a dinner for 6 to a 100 people.  For the two of us, even a small turkey is a bit much.  So we are trying the most expensive cut of beef I could find.  I will make a cream of mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes, and either brussel sprouts or green beans to go with it.  Potatoes are a special treat, we eat a lower-carb diet these days.   

I have a homemade fruitcake, and what J calls a Godfrey pie, 8 oz cream cheese, 12 oz can sweetened-condensed milk, 1/3 cup lemon juice, and vanilla to taste, in a gram cracker crust.  It was my father's favorite.  There is a bottle of bubbly chilled in the refrigerator (if I remember to open it, it has been there since before Thanksgiving.) 

I will do my daily hour of penance on the treadmill, and maybe take the convertible out for a drive if the weather is sunny.  

Then not a creature will stir, sleep will overtake us, if tiny reindeer land on the roof, they will be 11 stories above us, just like Amazon, Santa can use the freight elevator.   

May peace be with you and yours.