The only thing that could make standing in a long lineup bearable -- even, dare I say it, fun -- is that it is Christmas Eve and the lineup is at the butcher and an adorable young apprentice is serving treats on a tray wearing a Santa Claus hat and constantly wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.
Which is to say that I did not forget to pick up the turkey this time.
I doubt I will get a moment to post more tonight or tomorrow, even though I have lots to write about. Even now, my family is anxious for me to come away from the computer and attend to their myriad Christmas Eve needs.
So, Merry Christmas to you and yours! I hope yours is merry, delicious, and most of all, peaceful.
(Above, my picky-but-no-longer-vegetarian-eight-year-old works on our Christmas Eve yule log)