Talking of Christmas. And food.

It's almost Christmas; there's only just over a week to go.  And this will probably be my last blog post until sometime after Christmas—I intend to have an internet break over Christmas and my recent rate of posting does not support the idea that I'll post during the remainder of this week.  Nor does it support the idea that if, by some strange chance, I did post during the remainder of this week, the post would be worth reading.  So this is it until after Christmas, and then I will think about writing meaningful posts and decide to write boring filler posts instead.

Christmas.  Some Christians don't celebrate Christmas, and I have every respect for them and wouldn't want them to begin.  Some Christians do celebrate Christmas, and my family fall into this camp.  So we have a Christmas tree in our lounge—a real tree, not a plastic one.  And, come Christmas, there should be some presents under the tree and some turkey in the fridge awaiting its fate.  Its fate is not very dignified—it will be carved and served up, before its remains will be taken back into the kitchen where members of my family will pick bits of meat off its carcass for the rest of the day—but the turkey will be dead, and therefore it will not care.

Talking of roasts, there's a big piece of beef currently in our fridge.  We have to eat that soon, otherwise not only will it turn green (or something) but there will not be room for a turkey.  And it would be a pity to waste beef.  So we shall cook it on Saturday, which is before its best before date so the beef had better be okay.  We could cook it tomorrow, but I believe we're having cottage pie for dinner and it would be greedy to eat two cooked meals on one day.  That said, however, we probably should have cooked the beef today, but we didn't.  And so, today we had bread and cheese for lunch and bread and cheese for tea. 

I'm not sure that my blog's the place to describe the eating arrangements of my family in great detail, though.  And so, I will move from eating to craft work.  They are related, I tell you.  They are related, for we do craft work at the dining room table.  And, surprise surprise, we also eat meals at the dining room table.

So, today my family had some friends round and did christmas crafts with them.  We made some nice stars which I shan't describe—they did turn out well, but I can't think of how to explain them without sounding like an idiot.  So I may as well tell you that I am an idiot, for I cannot describe the stars we made.  And then I made a snowman christmas card out of scraps of silver card.  I thought it was a nice snowman—I put coloured stars on it for the eyes, nose, mouth, and coat buttons, as well as silver stars for snowflakes—but my sister says that my snowman looks more like a robot.  Make what you like of that information.

Finally, have a happy Christmas.  And I shall blog again, but maybe not until the new year.