Merry Christmas!

I’m watching a cool documentary about earthquakes on Matt’s new Kindle Fire while he snores loudly. He outdid himself in the way of goose, Brussels sprouts (that can’t be right, is that really how you spell that?), Cornish game hens, mashed potatoes, gravy, and the sermon in church. Its the first time I managed to get to church on Christmas day. The girls thought they would come but then changed their minds and ran back home to keep playing. Everyone really played wildly and devotedly for the whole day. Well, I say everyone, but I obviously mean the children. I didn’t play. I made bread and Yorkshire pudding and weirdly, decided to flame my persimmon pudding. It didn’t flame very much but it was really delicious, if I say so myself. And the table, which I neglected to take pictures of, was beautiful thanks to Matt’s mom and aunt.

So obviously I’m just being stupid now. Being that its 12:14 and everyone will wake up shortly and want to know what my problem is and why I’m not rising with a song on my lips and joy in my heart. Merry Christmas! May all 11 days remaining be beautiful for you.