For Christmas breakfast at our house, it was french toast Monday, where my health conscious wife, used fat-free bread, egg beaters and reduced fat syrup and we had sausages from Garden Burger. It was really good. We had the third place at our table filled in by our son who is home til tomorrow morning.
Our table has always been a zone for discussion, especially about politics, the church, sermons, issues of the day and concerns of anybody sitting there. Today was no exception. We talked about the two church services we attended yesterday and their various parts, especially the sermons.
The daughter should arrive early this evening after working a shift as a nurse in an out-of-state hospital. Before that we may go see the movie, The Pursuit of Happyness. It sounds like a real up story, filled with hope for somebody who's down, but not out.
It's hard to not think about the U.S. men and women in Iraq, Afghanistan and other parts of the world. What about all the single-moms and about those stuck in nursing homes or who are homeless?
Notice our Christmas tree. We usually cut our own. But that's less fun without our kids who used to argue for half-an-hour about which one to pick. This year we got one that was cut and which had a hole drilled in the bottom. We bought a new stand with a spike. We had it up in 30-seconds. No fuss. No trimming.