Christmas always seems better as a memory to me now, I have wonderful memories as a child when my Gran and Papa, Aunt and Uncle and cousins would come for Christmas dinner to our house and in the New Year we all converged at Gran and Papa's house in Crosshouse for New Year dinner. Steak pie with tatties and turnip. The steak pie was made up by the Co-op butcher in gran's ashet that was left with him and picked up on New Year's Eve. All the grown up's sat around the table in the living room and we kids were set up in the kitchen. Good day's.
Now I'm more likely to catch up with the ever growing pile of books and magazines I've been buying and eat food that's too rich for my now sensitive digestive system but Hey Ho it's only twice a year...smile!
I hope you and yours have a wonderfully peaceful Christmas and New Year xx