Post-wrap, pre-Christmas morning carnage:
What was in some of those packages:
Gifts to ourselves for the dinner ~ and all the dinners to come:
Our fireplace:
The Yorkshire pudding took on a life of its own:
See, that's Lithus' hand there. The man doesn't have a small hand:
The standing rib was perfection:
Seriously ~ perfection:
As Lithus was carving to reveal this magnificent color, the Hallelujah Chorus came on the radio. It seemed appropriate somehow. |
The table:
Happiest of holiday seasons to you and yours, from the Boston Pobble and Lithus.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee, with love.
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