Got up yesterday, early, to start to prepare. The plan initially was to
make the pies on Wednesday evening, but after my cancer treatment, I was really not up to it.
Of course, my grandkiddies were disappointed, but my daughter was able to explain that Doodah (that’s me) didn’t feel well. And I promised I would be there bright and early to get the pies done.
And when I arrived at 5 AM, only the dogs greeted me. The grandies were still sleeping.
So, at six, finally, my nine year-old grandson came stumbling downstairs and immediately wanted breakfast. I promised that once we were done, it would magically appear.
We got busy and suddenly the pies were in the oven. Perfect timing, because just as the buzzer went off to let us know the pies were done, there appeared my almost seven year-old granddaughter to ask what could she do.
Well, when I said she could help us clean up, she pouted and said I wasn’t fair because I didn’t wait for her. She then walked away saying since she didn’t help make the pies, she wasn’t going to clean up.
So, we got it done and started on the other foods. By nine-ish, the toll had taken hold of me, so, thankfully my daughter and son-in-law finished prepping the meal. I sat and watched the parade with the grandies as everything got made.
When dessert came later in the evening, we were stuffed but ate the pumpkin pie with whipped cream. And my granddaughter said, it was the best we ever made. I laughed and said, yes it was.
We watched Elf, and laughed because it is a fun movie to watch with the Kiddies. And the day finally, but sadly, came to an end.
And we still have today and the weekend to rest up as the Countdown to Christmas begins.
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