Chatty,
I cook a turkey dinner every Christmas Eve for my brother, his
wife, her brother and her son, and it makes me a nervous wreck.
They always rave about how good it was, but I'm NOT sure if they really mean that or are just being polite. But I try. And I guess that is all anyone can ask. My SIL refuses to cook nowadays,
and nephew and her brother aren't married. Again, to answer your original question: Yes. I get nervous. I don't look forward to
it. And can't wait for it to be over. That sort of screws up
Christmas. I know this is contrary to the poem about visitors;
but that was just for rhyming purposes.


I like the people just don't like the cooking.


Edited by jabber (01/01/11 03:10 PM)
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