We have made the rum ball dough, which we'll roll into balls and coat tomorrow afternoon all together as a family.
The cranberry sauce is beginning to think about boiling on the stove.
Handel's Messiah is on the stereo.
There are mysterious parcels wrapped and under the tree.
The snow is deep.
The cats can't believe their luck that we have been home all day.
It's Christmas.
Blessings to you!
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And also to you!
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