Christmas Cookies Are A Food Group

9 Inches of snow on the ground and it really looks like christmas now!!  Gotta admit, shelling out a hundred bucks on Monday to the snow blower fix it faiery sucked on Monday.  On Sunday, however, it's a whole other story!   Primed and started in about 15 seconds, it was a piece of snowy cake out there this morning.  It was helpful having Lou around as well.  I don't think I could manage the snow blower on the steps, ya know..?

Three days of work this week and then off off off till January 4th.  It's breaks like that  that make the entire work venture worth while.  So, you suffer a few weeks out of the year, then you get nice breaks in the scenery so often that it makes up for it.   As it appears, however, these three days will be a colossal waste of time.  With the expectation of approximately $400 in sales, it's hardly worth the effort.  I'd just assume stay home and lounge about in flannel sipping coffee with eggnog and rum, nibbling on christmas cookies.

Big Feast of the Seven Fishes for christmas eve.  You can take the religion out of the girl (or, as in my case, the girl can run as fast from it as possible) but you can never take the italian out of her.  So, a big day of dining on the fruiti de mare and then a week of trying to get the house to stop smelling like a fish monger's cunny.  Wish me luck.   I do love this holiday, though.  I always remember my kids' anticipation of things like the cookies, the tree and their special christmas plates, bowls and cups.  I should probably give them those keepsakes now that they are older and have homes of their own...but I cannot bear to part with them.  No, I think I'll keep them a bit longer, and display them with love.   I'll even make them oatmeal and serve it in their bowls if only they'll put those bowls on the window sill later in the day -- in the hopes that santa will do a little recon work and notice they ate all their breakfast.

Thinking of going to Washington Crossing State Park on Christmas day to see a reenactment of Washington crossing the Deleware on christmas eve. prior to his march towards Trenton and those drunken Hessians.  Weather permitting, and flask in hand, that's the plan.