The air is rife with the smells, sounds, and sights of Thanksgiving. Laughter fills the air, as we zip back and forth between the mounds of food. Mashed and scalloped potatoes are in pots, pork loin, ham, and other meats are piled high on serving dishes. In the living room, the Christmas tree, looking much like a wooden candy cane what with the red and white striped ribbon that adorns it, stands a lonely vigil in front of the large window.
Soon, guests will arrive, and all the toil and labor will give way to filled plates, and the clink of silverware. At the moment, our guest list includes Casanova and Romeo. Casanova is a small lap dog of unusual energy and devilish nature. Whereas Romeo, the beautiful Russian Blue, lounges peacefully-not to mention safely-on the window ledge, peering out into the backyard.
‘Tis the holiday season.
Some would say it’s the party season. A time to relax, to gather and feast, or to hit the club, or to find new romantic interests. However, you choose to celebrate it, I hope you find what you’re looking for. For us Southerners, it’s time to eat, to regret, and to solemnly swear that next year is our year to make dietary changes.
Then, we promptly forego that and eat what we want. I swear, we’re some type of Hobbit with our need for sustenance, which strangely enough includes multiple dishes of potatoes. I’d be remiss if I didn’t say I have many things to be grateful for.
As I conclude, I pray you all have a wonderful day. Enjoy the holiday season, and however you celebrate it, I hope you find peace, love, and serenity.
From my house to yours, Happy Holidays.