onion and bacon casserole and a boozy fruit cake made a tasty repast.
|Mom's breakfast casserole. Photo by JDHH|
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that wrapping paper they would soon rip and tear.
|An unkempt couple enjoying a snuggle|
|"Grandpa's Bear" and an ornament I made my mother|
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter, I sprang to the stove to see what was the matter. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a beef Wellington designed with a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
More rapid than eagles the courses they came, and we whistled, and shouted, and called out for more;
"Now, potatoes au gratin! now, roasted vegetable wreath! now, foie gras and brioche! Bring us more meat!"
And then, in a twinkling, dinner was finished. For dessert we now wished!
I drew my head and turned around, the desserts on the sideboard I saw in one bound.
The candles -- how they twinkled! The platters how merry! Meringue cookies like roses, fruitcake topped with a cherry!
I sprang to the mince tarts, a family tradition. One pass 'round the table, from nary a plate was there an omission.
** Special thanks to my brother and cousin for sharing their photos with me.