A lot of families, mine included when our children were still children, have dinners and get-togethers to mark the Christmas season. Our two children, now grown and gone, have their own someone's with whom to have holiday meals in much the same way as their parents got started over four decades earlier.
I've fantasied about having spaghetti and hot sausage as the Christmas meal. Sprinkle a lot of parmesan cheese on top for that freshly fallen snow effect and there you go, Bob's Your Uncle.
Speaking of all things British and don't worry I'm not about to go on a Boris Johnson and Brexit rant (though it's nice to live in a nation that is no longer the dumbest English-speaking country on earth), how about an evolution that could only come from a country where for decades the sun never set on the flag of their empire?
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the Christmas Tinner, for Christmas dinner.
All we need now is a drive-through gift exchange and it'll truly be heaven on earth.
-bill kenny
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