Well, another Christmas has come and gone. Here in Charleston the temperature reached 81 degrees...a record for the date. Sure enough, a few presents did show up.
Cindy joined us for a Christmas breakfast of bacon and pancakes with real maple syrup. I did a small standing rib roast on the Traeger for a fairly early dinner so she could go to work. Durelle added Ann Grover's broccoli casserole and the rice pilaf that she has been doing for almost fifty years. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Jackie Fare sent along a personalized Yankee Candle with a sentimental picture and caption. Thanks, again, Jackie. My being a sentimental old f***, I got Durelle a new clothes dryer.
In driving around Hanahan there were some nicely decorated homes.
The sign, if you can't read it, says,"Ho, Ho, Ho. Donner and Comet are loose in the neighborhood. Please drive slowly."
The stitches are gone from my hand. A palm reader will think I have encrypted my life's story.
This post number 650. I thank all the hard core readers who have hung in there. I wish you a healthy and happy 2016, and I hope our country will have a better year than has recently been the case.