I had the laziest day imaginable yesterday. I broke down and made brown sugar fudge because it just isn't Christmas without it. One bite of brown sugar fudge and I'm a kid again. I also made cheese ball to take to my daughter's today, and made corn bread and beans for dinner. That's the extent of my labors!
I settled into my easy chair in the afternoon and watched an excellent tear-jerker of a movie, Life as a House. I won't be soon forgetting that one.
I haven't been able to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" and "The Christmas Story" on our DVD player because in our haste to send Dish Network their equipment, we evidently pulled the cord out of our DVD player and sent that to them, too. I looked at our nearest Walmart, and I didn't find the cord I need. However, "It's a Wonderful Life" was broadcast on TV, so I DVR'd it and Cliff and I watched it that way, zapping about two hours of commercials in the process.
Cliff and I talked about how we wished we could go back, just for a few minutes, to an age where we believed in Santa.
Granddaughter Amber spent the night and got up this morning wanting home-made cinnamon rolls; at first I brushed her off, telling her it would take four hours to make them.
Then I got to thinking what a scrooge I was and started the dough. After all, if I have a granddaughter in her twenties who comes to spend the night every once in awhile, she ought to be worth a little effort on my part. I'm trying to hurry things along; I put the bowl with the dough inside a larger bowl containing warm water. In the old days when gas ranges had pilot lights, the warmth of the gas oven was just right for rushing the rising process.