Saturday, December 24, 2005

The Stockings Were Hung By The Fan With Care


Daddy and Henry peruse the recipe books in search of a delicious dessert for Christmas Day


It's 11am Christmas Eve and Henry has only just gone to bed two hours later than normal. He must be aware that Christmas is in the air. Maya was up earlier than normal and has cleaned her room, placed the wrapped gifts beneath the tree and is now making chocolates. Ben has tried to call his mum three times but she remains elusive. She must have a life because she is never home these days when we try to call.

My sister and her children have just called in to say goodbye as they head back home to Toowoomba to celebrate Christmas with Jack's (her husband) family. Sam and Madison are both eagerly awaiting Santa's visit tonight and will leave a carrot for the reindeer and a beer for Santa. My sister Susan and her brood will arrive late this afternoon in time for the massive feast my mother has planned.

Ben is preparing to make a pumpkin pie for dessert tomorrow and has made his shopping list. He and Henry lovingly browsed the recipe books this morning. Henry marked his approval with a "yummy" each time he saw something that took his fancy.

If only it were cooler. Maybe by ten degrees.

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