We love our bread. We love our butter. But most of all, we love each other.
It’s been a jolly swell time doing the cooking and eating with the family.
When it isn’t always about decorated trees or lights or gifts or formal family portraits but about moments, remembering, togetherness… and food.
Christmas eve wasn’t really all formal, with dad falling asleep, mom being pink from a bit of wine, and my brother not being a fan of too many pictures. Then again, the most important remain nonetheless — and that’s what matters most.
A lovely Christmas to all!