I couldn't let it pass and the day's not over. My sister and I created some of the traditional foods of our childhood Christmas. Waves of Christmastide have swept over us all day. The days of the 14 courses and ten-hour Christmas meals. If we're lucky, there's love in our live. Furry, human, nature, spiritual, angelic....
We hold on to some of the old and embrace the new - because life evolves. Traditions are both maintained and newly created. I hope this frazzled season brings you peace, merriment and joy. (And maybe some lasagne and a cannoli.)