Well, we have the shrimp and the fire.  Bill is in his green apron, doing most of the cooking.  I’m in the red, doing the ordering around and deep sighing.  Company is coming for prime rib and shrimp and new red potatoes, mashed with the peels on.  We have apple and cherry pie.  Tomorrow, it will be Bill’s buttermilk pancakes for the grandchildren and sundry relatives.  In our tiny kitchen.

 We’ve borrowed a table from the church, which we will set in the front room and after dinner, they are planning to break out the poker set I got Bill for Christmas.  We celebrates ‘em the best we can.  Merry Christmas, everyone.  Only 40 more hours and my life can go back to semi-normal.  Eat your hearts out!