This day, on years that it occurs, is certainly a favourite day of the season — a highly appreciated day anyway. Sometimes, it doesn't transpire in the way that I will describe because we have company in the house (and that's okay too), so it goes differently then, but we're back to just Cuppa and me this year. Yes, I speak of The-Cooking-of-the-Bird day.
Some years ago, in fact many years ago now, Cuppa decided that in order to relax and enjoy Christmas Day more, the turkey should be cooked ahead of time. It works well and never seems like warmed-up leftovers — not by any means. I pound the dried bread into stuffing crumbs while being serenaded by Christmas music, and Cuppa does all of the important skill-based stuff. If all holds true to form, as the day unfolds, I will at some point around midday head out into the cold and bring burgers and fries home for lunch. We seldom do this fast food meal but it always seems good and right on this day of the year.
It's a quiet, togetherly sort of day, and I like it.
I don't know if I'll be posting again before Christmas, so I take this opportunity to wish all a very Merry Christmas.