Behind Door #24: And to All a Good Night…

The cookies are baked. The enormous roasting pan full of tomorrow’s boeuf bourguinon is simmering away in the oven. Most of the pots and knives and cutting boards are washed and draining next to the sink. All I really have to do is wipe the last few bits of onion and parsley off the kitchen table and wait for my father to come home from taking my sister and mother to church so that he and my brother and I can watch episodes of Firefly and drink kahlua and cream—a Christmas Eve tradition (the kahlua part, at least) started by my ex-brother-in-law.

There’s my dad’s car now. Gotta run. Merry Christmas to all!