I et lots. lots of different stuff. I am fatter now than I was before.

More seriously - These days, Mom is the prime chef and I am the prime cook. Christmas Eve we had shrimp and scallop coq au vin, asparagus, roasted garlic and new potatoes, burnt rolls (a family tradition started by my mother that I just can't seem to break out of - "Oh no! I forgot about the rolls!!!) a veggie relish tray, a fine German wine provided by my oldest nephew that I can not now remember, and choice of pumpkin, pecan or mince pie. with bad coffee.

After supper I went with Mom to church. Annie and I flipped a coin to see who would go with Mom and who would do dishes. No winners or losers in this game. The rest of the family played with my toddler grand-neice who we have only got to see three times since she was born, and visited until Mom and I returned. We spent a delicious additional hour or so together until second Nephew, delightful wife and grand-neice left for his Dad's house.

Christmas morning those of us remaining arose, ate Mom's special Christmas breakfast egg, cheese and ham cassarole with fruit salad on the side. Exchanged gifts, visited, snoozed. Mucked about in the kitchen individually for lunch. Christmas supper was prime rib, green beans sauteed with herbed butter, scalloped potatoes, a spicy winter greens salad, more burnt rolls (but not burnt as badly as the previous night) a bad red wine, and the same choice of pies, but with good coffee. Everyone joined in the after supper clean-up. Next was good conversation, family stories told for our own pleasure and the edification of the younger set, and one round of Scrabble. Sum Yung Sun joined the other males who were engaged in doodling on electronic devises, napped or watching TV after supper. We females completed our traditional Christmas bonding ritual of girl talk while finishing off a Christmas jigsaw puzzle.

A perfect Christmas, in my book.