a Christmas Morning Miracle

The turkey was moist and golden.

So they tell me.

The pommes dauphines were crispy and light.

So they tell me.

The Alaskan King Crab legs were fresh and decadent.

So they tell me. I wouldn't know. I was up, in bed, knocked out by the stomach flu, missing our yearly Christmas feast with my family.

Luckily, the flu hits hard but disappears just as quickly. By the time Santa made his delivery, I was back up and ready to rejoin the fun.

Nothing short of a Christmas morning miracle. Missing the feast was sad, but just as good the next day, heated up in the microwave. Missing the magic of Christmas morning would have been heartbreaking.

I hope your holidays were bright and merry, filled with family, good food, and fun.

Mine certainly were, snuggled in my new cozy Yahoo blanket, trapped under a crumbling pile of new cookbooks, was my idea of heaven.