Christmas morning in Manhattan

It’s Christmas morning in Manhattan, 8:30 am. If I were at home in NL, I would still be in bed. Instead, I’m sitting here, gazing at the tree, making some final decisions on how I’ll prepare the Christamsd brekkie and waiting – patiently- for my sis to stir…
Christmas day is my favorite day of the year. It’s not because of the presents, or the lights, the carols or the snow. Christmas day is my favorite for three distinct reasons; I eat whatever I want, I drink all day long and I will not, under any circumstances be rushed. I set the alarm, run to catch the bus, so errands, ect, 364 days a year, an THIS is not one of them.
Anyhow, back to the food. Traditionally, at home in NL, we made the turkey on Boxing Day. Christmas Day has always been reserved for breakfast- all day breakfast. Here’s our general schedule; get up, have breakfast and champagne, open stockings, snack, call dad back after he’d lose interest, sis hauling me off the computer, open presents, eat chocolate, me hauling sis off the computer, get into the Bailey’s, get into more wine, and eat more breakfast…This pattern would pretty much continue until about 5pm. Yes- we take our time on Christmas Day!
And so, as I sit here, quickly loosing my patience, I’m anticipating the feast that is to come; dried figs, goat cheese, ham, maple bacon, apricot-hazelnut baguette, Camembert, red wine jelly, eggs and clementines! Clearly, a post with photos will follow!
Merry Christmas everyone!!

Merry Christmas!

Playing Santa Claus