Another Christmas has passed. We drove a few hours north to the Cariboo plateau for the 24th to the 27th. It was 20 below C. which = 4 below zero F. We could definitely feel the difference between this river valley and the rangelands north of us. There were visitors the first night with excited children who were tracking Santa's whereabouts on the computer, thanks to Uncle Rusty.
The sunrise on Christmas morning was spectacular. Here is the beginning.Then it was time to open a few presents. Old Man was given an electric razor. He has always used a straight razor, but with his poorer close-up vision he keeps nicking himself and coming out of the bathroom with bits of toilet paper stuck on the cuts. So I risked having Wagonburner go to Wal-Mart and pick up a medium-priced razor before we got there. She even wrapped it. He is very happy with it even now on the 28th. No more nicking. I don't think his beard is as tough as it once was either. We were apprehensive as he has always pooh-poohed electric razors as inefficient.
The turkey and stuffing were perfect. I like the wings and few people fight me for them.
Afterwards there was still enough for some sandwiches before bedtime. (and for breakfast before feeding cattle on Boxing Day). I can never decide whether to use the cranberry sauce or mayonnaise, so do a half and half concoction.It was a good day with some cards after dinner with the visitors. We played 31 for quarters. We are the last of the big gamblers. I lost 75 cents. I won't be able to pay off my credit card this month.