Tradition by Phil LaMancusa
These
holidays my tradition is simple; there’s She and me and the critters.
Three days before Christmas I make a big pot
of chicken vegetable soup for dinner; we eat well and I thicken the leftovers
with a blond roux and refrigerate them; I’ve also shopped for eggs, waffles,
wine, coffee etc. We take a trip to Family Dollar where we’ll spend a whopping
ten bucks each for Christmas presents for eachother.
Christmas day I cook breakfast and roll a pleasant pie
crust and bake a big chicken pot pie. The pie bakes, breakfast is served and we
haven’t gotten (or will get) out of our pajamas. We will putter about the
house, watch “It’s a Beautiful Life” for the two hundredth time and eat pot pie
with cranberry sauce.
Our gifts will be assembled around the floor heater and
we’ll wrap and later rip open and giggle lots; staying the children that we
never grow tired of being. Even if I leave the house I will not change out of
my jammies and slippers; I will wake lazy, stay lazy and go to bed that night
having been lazy all day.
Oh, Did I tell you about having ice cream and cheesecake
and sitting on the porch waving at the neighbors?
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