Incredible gratitude as on this night we settle in at Butch and Nancy's
house for Christmas Eve dinner. It's a night of relaxed comfort for
those of us who have been rushing about with last minute errands. We usually show up in jeans and try desperately to find something festive and clean to pull on over top.
The table, on the other hand, gets "gussied up" with Nancy's dream china and the Waterford champagne glasses we decided we couldn't live without.
Mother's are always welcomed...and Momma Neese joins us once again. A maternal presence, reminding us of tradition and sharing stories of their own. That's the magic of Christmas...that which lingers in the "eves" of our mind...memories that grow brighter on this night of nights.
Back in the kitchen, Butch fries oysters and creates a mosaic of color with "confetti" rice
and fresh snow peas. I love this meal...when you least expect it a
plate of country ham appears...just because it's Christmas..and in
Virginia that means ham. The fruitcake...dark as night and now taking
on a kick, is passed around one more time. 
May each of you...new friends and old, have a blessed day, surrounded by all that makes you joyful. For Christmas is so much more than a day...it is a promise.
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