Willie, the old folks, and I had a very quiet Christmas.
The tree never got lights or babbles. I liked it, but was concerned that Dad wouldn't, til I heard him telling a visitor, "Come see the tree Sis put up, isn't it great, and it smells good too!" "But there is nothing on it?" said the visitor. "Yep, just the way we like it," said Dad.
After many hours of trying to perfect a recipe for mulled wine, which required copious amounts of wine, vermouth, honey, and a thimble of cloves, cinnamon, & orange peel, I decided that feeding the old folks was next on the agenda. By then the only choices, I was capable of handling, in my pantry rotation plan were:
Dad is not fond of chicken, and I'm not thrilled about vegetarian, so we mixed them together. I puree moms meals and hand feed her, so she was good to go from the start. The neighbors have apparently heard what an amazing cook I am not, as they have brought us lots of goodies. I figure with all the goodies added into the rotation we are set til Easter.
Willie turned in early, didn't even make it under the duvet before he crashed.
Missed my crew, but knowing they are home, happy, and safe is the Best gift of all.