The cider was definitely alcoholic. I'm not sure about hot, but that seems reasonable.
Also, I found an account from Colonial Massachusetts of some young men who went to the home of a man known to make pear cider and demanded some. When he wouldn't give them any, then just sat themselves down and stayed there, singing songs. When he still wouldn't give him any, they beat up his son. And this was reported as if it were just a slightly more extreme example of what could be expected every Christmas. Apparently Nantucket was known for its especially raucous Christmas celebrations -- being way out on the island, they weren't as much under the control of the religious authorities who'd banned Christmas celebrations.
We exchanged gifts with Mom and Stepdad tonight since we won't see them tomorrow, and then came home and exchanged gifts with each other since it was after midnight. I'm so spoiled. Now sleep. Tomorrow more wrapping and baking.
Merry Christmas to all the Christmasy peeps. Home from a very pleasant Christmas eve with my family in Bonita Springs. Unwinding from the trip home with a glass of wine. Need to think about sleeping real soon.
Drinking cider and singing to trees sounds fun to me. We sang a lot on the 2-1/2 hour trip home. Mostly Christmas songs along with the radio, but there were a few detours to Rap depending on who ruled the radio.
One more funny thing to add. TCG gave me the same pair of panties for Christmas that he gave me for my birthday. A pair that is very much my style, and, in fact, I already had. I can't decide whether or not to tell him. Maybe I should wait to see if I get another pair for our anniversary in a few days.
Since I've just finished up playing Santa...
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Those of you who have followed my Xmas eve posting habits for years will appreciate the gravity of this.
My one Xmas tradition has ended. The dive bar in La Mesa that I've been going to on Xmas eve for the past 10 years is gone. Apparently it closed a few months ago.
I am sorry to hear that , ND
...but I'm here. At least.
I know I'm not a dive bar, but I'm here.
It is nice to have you here K.
I guess 2008 had to give me at least one more mild kick in the ribs by closing my bar.
On the other hand, I'm done with jury duty.
