Now the main thing to say about Christmas food is, I was so full after dinner on Christmas that swallowing my vitamin pills was an effort.* Peter managed not to overeat, but having a horrible cold was instrumental in this self-restraint and he’s been making up for this insult to the Proper Way of Things since. I’m being helpful. (“Here, darling, ( Read more... )

 
I still think it’s a funny name. You all know about Boxing Day, don’t you? British (or Commonwealth, says my British dictionary, but I wouldn’t’ve said it was a big item in Canada or Australia, can anybody correct me?) tradition where the toffs go around bestowing largess on the commoners who’ve worked for them over the last year, and the scum had ( Read more... )

 .  .  . you idiot woman.  What are you doing ANSWERING BLOG COMMENTS?!  You have PRESENTS to finish wrapping!  You have a TREE to FINISH DECORATING!*  You have CRANBERRY SAUCE TO MAKE!  . . . And of course you have HELLHOUNDS TO WALK!**

So, okay, what's your problem that you're writing comments . . . ?

MERRY/HAPPY CHRISTMAS***

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