Thursday, December 24, 2015
I'm dreaming of a white, feathered Christmas
It may not be a Christmas miracle, but it's close enough.
This morning, I awoke to a) the white Christmas -- the very white Christmas, as it turns out -- we weren't supposed to have this year and b) an extremely excited spousal unit telling me there was a flock of turkeys in the front yard.
All told, there were seven gobblers out there. I think I'll have an extra little smile on my face this afternoon for the Making of the Christmas Gumbo.
Ho! Ho! Ho! And a very merry Christmas to one and all.