It's a nice Christmas morning

I'm listening to K.T. Oslin singing "Blue Christmas". Hers happens to be my favorite version of that song, even though I never particularly cared for her music as a whole.

I had a couple of gifts to check out, gifts given to me last weekend. I think the givers wanted me to open them up right then, but knowing Cliff and I weren't actually exchanging gifts, I wanted to save them for today. Notice the nifty Harley-Davidson bag: When Charlene and Pat get me something at Harley Davidson, I know it's going to be something I like... even though we ride a Honda Gold Wing.

It's a bag/purse that attaches to a belt-loop; it'll hold my camera and some folding money, and any other little items that come in handy on a motorcycle ride. I love it! Thanks, Charlene and Pat.

My daughter's mother-in-law is so creative when it comes to buying thoughtful little Christmas presents; she gave me a nice queen-sized Christmas coffee mug with some sugar-free candy inside.

Meanwhile the noodles have been rolled out....

and cut and unrolled, just the way Grandma used to do it.

They're now laid out on a counter, just waiting to be dropped into the chicken-broth.

I mixed up the roll dough an hour ago...

And it's already risen this much.

Now to peel potatoes. No, first I think I'll take a shower and get out of these pajamas.

Merry Christmas to all (for at least the fourth time, right?)