Christmas dinner…
After the first round of dishes are put into the dishwasher and the remainder washed, the leftovers are put away for tomorrow, and coffee is being served.
The pies are being reheated in the oven, and the world smells like deep and rich espresso mixed in with the sugary accents of my mom’s famous apple sour cream pie.
Amber and Vick have kept me company while dealing with the dirty dishes, and have helped to dry the clean pile and put them away.
“Girls, why don’t you go and enjoy yourselves and let Max do the washing up?” Mom says, interrupting Amber and her funny story. Brody and Michael are hanging out with us, too. We’re like an assembly line getting things cleaned, and food put away while everyone else is enjoying spending time together.
I’m being punished, I know
