When I got in the car this morning, Christmas carols were playing on the radio.
Seriously, Little Town of Bethlehem was what I started my day with, and I’m not even sure what station was playing or how my dial got set there.
I love Christmas. It is my favorite time of the year for myriad reasons, starting with the real reason for the season.
However, I really like Thanksgiving too.
I have great childhood memories of watching Hall and Central play football and then rushing home for a feast.
Now, it is the day when my sisters (two) and our children and grandchildren meet at my mom’s in the late afternoon and basically overeat, tell stories on each other and celebrate the fact that my mom is still with us.
Mom is 87 and doing pretty well, all things considered. In fact, she spent $1,700 on her car last week to make sure she doesn’t become dependent on her children.
I’m responsible for the turkey, dressing, green bean casserole and cranberry sauce. Yes, I smoke the turkey myself, and the dressing is homemade with my own recipe that has been developed over many years.
The main thing about my dressing is my daughter Whitney thinks it is the best in the world. Hopefully, her husband Brad will agree. They are having lunch with his family.
My youngest sister Lola is a great cook, and she’ll prepare food too, but she lets me make the dressing once a year although she claims hers is better.
My oldest sister Sue is a good cook too, but she’s sort of retired from the oven the past few years.
Of course, Friday and Saturday will be key football games, and then Sunday I’ll put up my Christmas tree.
However, I suspect Whitney has something else in mind about the tree and that’s why she and Brad are coming by mid-afternoon.
It doesn’t matter when the tree goes up, Christmas starts after Thanksgiving and after the LSU-Arkansas game, and not a second before.leave a response, or trackback from your own site.