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Christmas Morning

December 25th 2006

It’s a tradition to get up before 6am to open presents, so we did. My dad loved his gifts, I got him a cast-iron waffle maker, since the old electric one he uses looks like it’s from the 50’s and I’m always afraid it’ll burn the house down. I got him a hickory-handle set of butchering knives, since we’ve been doing a lot of that lately and he really needed one. A t-shirt that shows the four indian chiefs above the presidents on Mt. Washington as the real founding fathers, a book on living with chickens (more as a joke than anything, but I’m sure it has useful information), a set of John Wayne movies and my sweetheart got him a bright yellow case pocket knife so he can see it when he drops it in the grass.

My dad got me a lot of books that I wanted, some books on tanning skins, butchering basic stock, various other wilderness subjects, a new hunting knife, a knife/axe set with a gut hook to take camping, some of my favorite chocolates, a boar-bristle brush like I’ve always wanted, some new socks so I don’t have to wear ones with holes in them anymore, and of course my BOW. I love my bow, I can’t stop playing with it, it’s quite ridiculous. My sweetheart also got me an awesome new keyboard for my computer, since the one I have now is pretty much obselete.

We’ve had an interesting morning so far. My dad apparently threw his turkey cooker away… He has the habit of sticking it over the trash can to drain, and sometimes stuff falls in and he doesn’t realize it and it gets thrown away. We figured we weren’t going to be able to have a christmas turkey at all now. So before dawn we’re both out in our slippers in the garage sorting through the stuff from my marriage and found my huge cooker pans.

So far we still have gas for the turkey, which is all we’re using gas for. We turned off the hot water heater, so no shower for me for a while, and we’re cooking bacon and coffee on the woodstove. I just don’t want to try cooking a turkey on the stove, cause you can’t control the temperature. Plus I imagine pioneers mostly put them over spits and turned them over an open fire, which we don’t want to try and do outside on christmas day :)

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One Response to “Christmas Morning”
  1. dawnmarie Says:

    that is so funny! I wouldn’t try to cook the turkey outside either. that might take a while.

    do you use propane? natural gas? we have propane, and boy is it costly. but for some reason our AC is elecric but our heater is propane. figure that out. so in the winter, my electric bill goes way down but the propane sky rockets.

    This house has a propane fireplace! I would love to have a real fireplace like when I was a kid. We also had a woodstove in a TRAILER that we lived in once. It was beautiful and cozy warm!

    You are very brave to shut off that hot water heater. I don’t think I could manage! So, are you heating water on the stove for dishes? Wow, I am impressed!

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