Today I am a victim of sleeping late and then doing some cooking -- stuffed peppers and artichoke dip are in the oven and smell delightful. It is raining outside but inside I have a fire in the fireplace and the smells of food in the oven. The lights of the Christmas tree are ablaze.

Each year Bill Prost, John Bierk and I gather at Bella Italia or some other restaurant and enjoy a holiday party with exchange of gifts. I gave them both a bottle of Crown Royal (which went over well), Bill gave us chocolate and coffee -- he sells coffee--and John gave us a gift card to Olive Garden.
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