When Dandelion Niece and Taekwondo Nephew arrived on the morning of Christmas Eve, I put them to work immediately — chopping vegetables, ironing the white tablecloths, and carrying chairs in from the garage. We tried to figure out how many people would be here for Christmas dinner. Twenty? Twenty-one?
"We might have to shove the folding table up against the Christmas tree," I said.
"We can use the piano bench if we run out of chairs," said Taekwondo Nephew.
Boy-in-Black, who had taken a break from cleaning to obligingly taste the baked beans, looked up from his bowl. "Maybe more barbecue sauce. Or something spicy." He rooted through the spice drawer, pulling out cayenne and red pepper.
"You didn't bring me a holiday wreath?" I teased Dandelion Niece. "I saw on facebook that you were making them."
"There's a wreath on your door already," she said.
Puzzled, I went over to the front door and opened it. She'd hung a lovely, homemade wreath on the door on her way in. Busy with food preparations, I hadn't even noticed.
"We might have to shove the folding table up against the Christmas tree," I said.
"We can use the piano bench if we run out of chairs," said Taekwondo Nephew.
Boy-in-Black, who had taken a break from cleaning to obligingly taste the baked beans, looked up from his bowl. "Maybe more barbecue sauce. Or something spicy." He rooted through the spice drawer, pulling out cayenne and red pepper.
"You didn't bring me a holiday wreath?" I teased Dandelion Niece. "I saw on facebook that you were making them."
"There's a wreath on your door already," she said.
Puzzled, I went over to the front door and opened it. She'd hung a lovely, homemade wreath on the door on her way in. Busy with food preparations, I hadn't even noticed.
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It's lovely!
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