After ending our tradition of a home-cooked turkey for Christmas dinner four years ago, we thought it was gone for good.
The turkey we ordered from a restaurant on 25 December 2016 was a big disappointment, so we decided on a staycation the following year, and partook of the hotel’s turkey on Christmas eve, three years in a row. Then what do you know?
The pandemic resurrected the turkey tradition; the bird came trotting back!
We couldn’t risk going to a hotel, and since we have Mother Teresa (all of nine months now since the quarantine began), JR decided he could do it again with her help.
I didn’t think I’d blog about a home-cooked turkey ever again, but, well . . .
Early in the evening, we attended our church’; we polished off the bird; chatted with son #2 in the US; enjoyed some gift giving (only son #1 had gifts for everyone); then off to dreamland, but not before giving thanks for the Savior Who became flesh on that first Christmas, changing this wretched world forever.
It was another merry and grace-filled Christmas.
"I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. I will be glad and rejoice in you; I will sing the praises of your name, O Most High." (Palm 9:1-2 NIV)
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