Christmas table

I wonder what to write for Christmas. PY and I came downstairs to find that Santa had been for the children and had eaten a mince pie. I assume Rudolph had eaten the bit of the carrot that was not left on the plate. There were a lot of presents, but the hits seemed to be roller skates for Amber and a skateboard for Oliver. We spent the remainder of the morning sharing gifts. The presents we had ordered for Jez and Miriam are still stuck in the mail somewhere, but we shared out some other little things. Dad seemed very happy with his Goodison Park sign, and Mum with her Lancashire items (hot pot gloves and a candle). I got some lovely books, chocolates, and a record with memories of the pirate radio ships. We played Christmas music and drank sherry.

Just after 2 pm, we started preparing the starter. We were doing spinach and Cheddar bites with a creamed horseradish, which would be served with smoked salmon and a dill sauce with toasted, freshly baked sourdough. It all came together, and I really liked it. We watched the first King’s Speech, which was filled with memories of The Queen. It must have been quite hard to put together, and there would be an enormous expectation.

Christmas dinner was turkey and all the trimmings. As always, there was a mountain of food. So much that we all agreed that dessert should come later. And, we were so full that we did not get around to dessert until about 8 pm.