Molly calls our condo our Hotel. Tonight we all ate dinner in our condo/hotel. It is a ridiculous place for dinner because we can not sit together around the table. It is too small. But the girls enjoy coming here, especially Molly, so we make the best of it, with the big girls sitting at the counter on bar stools while Molly, Ken and Christina sit at the table, with Andrew and I on the couch to eat our dinner. Of course, Andrew spilled sauce right down his wool sweater.
I picked up Kate and Mary Frances mid afternoon, and they decorated our condo for Christmas. They did the whole thing all by themselves, first taking the three boxes of decorations from the closet, then putting everything in a place. I just watched and cheered. I have a very small nativity, plastic, from the days when we were very poor and living on Howard Avenue in Toronto. The girls set up the nativity. but it appears that the baby Jesus is lost. But Kate, from paper towel, fabricated our baby Jesus. For the moment, my Nativity is complete.
The hit of the night once again was the dessert. Ice cream with sauces. Delicious. Everyone enjoys dinners in our little place. Good food and good company always wins the day.
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