I have discharged my last Christmas responsibility by delivering the child to their other family gathering, and Mike may now simply await the coming of a new year in peace, as a treat.

The kiddo and I have a long tradition of Christmas morning pancakes for breakfast. A sub-tradition is that the first pancake off the line is submitted to them for approval.

Today, you may also participate. Here is the first pancake (probably already gone by the time you see this but it's the thought that counts here).

Merry Fairytale of New York to all those who celebrate.

I'm in a cafe and the gravy song is on. It is a terrible recipe, I hope the kitchen is not using it as a reference.