’twas the day after christmas

Both sets of grandparents have stopped by for their on-the-road turkey sandwiches and goodbye hugs. Toby is nestled behind the tree. The house is strewn with boxes and bags and books and candles and record albums (yes, that would be record albums…Alex has turntable now and more Beatles, Elton John, and Bruce Springsteen to add to her collection). We’ve had our breakfast of leftover stuffing, turkey, cranberries and apple pie. I have three more minutes until noon, when it might be appropriate for me to change out of my pajamas.

My favorite part of the holiday. This part. Please don’t tell anyone though, ok? I do think it’s more about the pjs and the leftovers, but it’s just so still and sweet.


About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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2 Responses to ’twas the day after christmas

  1. Penny Hill says:

    Hee. I thought it was just me! Day starts (very slowly) and then there’s leftover/fried mashed potatoes with fried eggs. Oh nums! Then as the day unfolds, the perfect turkey sandwich (on sourdough). Ah, what a lovely day.

  2. kimtb says:

    Yup, we’re doing turkey sandwiches on sourdough too. Steve BBQ’d a 20 pounder, so we have plenty. Kate is making more cranberry sauce right now.
    I did leave the house for a few hours, but I am going back to pjs now.


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