Christmas Eve--my Dad's birthday--was always celebrated with my grandparents when I was a child. My Dad was the oldest and only male child and like my little brother (my 6 foot 4 inch only brother) my Dad was special to his mother and she always wanted to make his birthday dinner. We were allowed to open the grandparent presents at that dinner so it made waiting for Christmas Day morning a little easier. I have beautiful, fond memories of my younger year Christmas seasons.
We've been coming and going from our house to town, visiting with Nat--the roads aren't too bad--we are in town at his house today, celebrating Christmas Eve. I made a wonderful pot roast, garlic mashed potatoes and green peas. When shopping for groceries in our little not so great local grocery store I found some dinner rolls that have turned out to be delicious--wish I had purchased more! After I post the blog we will have cherry cheesecake pie for dessert.
A while back I wrote a blog about losing my quilting mo-jo and it hasn't come back--but being in Montana must have piqued my interest again--I cut out and partially pieced a small quilt yesterday--I might even get it finished and quilted before heading back to Arizona.
We have a deer carcass just below our house on the hillside--don't know what happened to the critter but this beautiful bald eagle was dining on the dead dear this morning.
We wish all our friends and family a wonderful Christmas!!