Christmas - Continued from page 2 duly bought a bag of nice plump, succulent looking prunes when I did my grocery shopping. True to form, I was up early Christmas morning to get the turkey into the oven. had the bread ready and the onions peeled, the sausage thawed and cut into cubes - all | had to do was whizz everything but the sausages in the food processor for a few seconds and put it in with the cooking sausage in the frying pan then sprinkle with seasoning to taste. Oh, I was feeling terrible pleased with myself for being so organized. Mind you, after fifty years of doing it, you'd think I would have come up with a system. I fired the prunes into the food processor and gave them a whirr. They did sound funny, but maybe something was loose on the food processor - must look at it when I washed it to put it away. [ dropped in the onions and gave them a burst. Before I knew it these were all sizzling away in the frying pan and giving off the lovely aroma of onions and garlic, sage and thyme and sausage with a sort of sweetish scent of the plums. The day proceeded as Christmas Day does, with much coming and going, with laughter and squeals of delight. It was turning into a simply splendid day. The whole was wafted over by the smell of turkey roasting until I thought everyone would perish from hunger in spite of the oranges and nuts, chocolates and gum drops that they seemed to have eaten by the bowl full. But at last dinner was set on the table and the family and guests all seated around. The toast that we would have many more such Christmases was drunk and the food passed around. My the stuffing looked good and smelled even better. Everyone took a helping of it and as if orchestrated, it seemed that everyone took a mouthful of the stuffing at once. Forks froze on their way back for a second filling, jaws seemed to clench then go slack and everyone but me, for I was still looking at the loaded table to see if everything was there, got the strangest look on their face. Daughter of the house, braver than the rest, said, "Mom, did you remember to take the pits out of the prunes?" Do have a wonderful Christmas. If were braver, I would suggest that you go to church on Christmas Eve to be reminded of what this holiday is really about, or even a couple of Sundays before, just for the heck of it and to have an hour to sit in which you don't have to be thinking of how busy you are. But of course I'm not, so I will simply say, "God bless and may your Christmas be merry." - Bev Walker en ~ a The Marysburgh Mummers Present " (fistmas Excerpts from a Gift Cd Christmas Carol" L 3 December 4, 5, 11, 12 - 7:30 pm December 6 & 13 - 2:00 pm Mt. Tabor Community Playhouse, Milford ADULTS: $10.00 CHILDREN 12 & under: $5.00 Tickets available at: Books on the Bay; Wright's Drugstore; Hicks' General Store; Memories in Milford; Wight's Greenhouse; Green Gables; Quinte Arts Council (Belleville) or call Mary 476-4647 Partial proceeds to: CAS Christmas Angel Tree; Camp Quin-Mo-Lac; Camp Trillium; The Melissa Fund; Big Brothers / Big Sisters; H.Y.P.E. it J rise GIFT TO OUR COMMUNITY'S CHILDREN AN ~-- EAND-CRAFTED GIFTS Babv Items Bead Creations Sweaters - youth/adult 10¥S Household Items Woodcratts Blankets Jams Syrup Old Avon Decanters ) Books: Peter Collier Descendants Diary of Robert Jackson -Commentary The Rhvmster Strikes Thrice Sat: December 12 & 19 1238 County Road #17 Oto 3 p.m. 476-4939 / appy hh J ollow { SEeP rafts : | --_