Twas the night before Christmas when through the house, not a creature was stirring — not even a mouse. The laundry was folded by the dyer with care, in the hopes by morning wrinkles wouldn’t be there. The dishes were nestled all snug in the cupboard with clean counters scrubbed until they shined upward. And with no presents to purchase and nothing to wrap, the house will be clean in just a snap.
I need a time machine. I need a time machine to take me back to the first of December. I need a time machine to go back and give myself a swift kick in the rear. Here we are on the verge of the most chaotic and hectic day of the year and my only preparations consist of buying wrapping paper and staring longingly at the heap of gifts that desperately need it.
I am going to turn my life upside down, hang up my stethoscope, and become a soiled, sweaty ranch hand. Yup. I am going to inexplicably trade my scrubs and non-skid, orthopedic shoes for flannel shirts and wellies (army green colored of course). Yup. I’m going to put my flannel obsession to use and wear all those shirts I have collected in my closet.
I woke up this morning, put my feet on the cold hardwood floors, pulled my knotted unkempt hair into a big ponytail, put on some warm fuzzy socks to match my warm fuzzy flannel pajamas, and ventured to the kitchen for a fresh pot of steaming black coffee. After adding an absurd amount of flavored creamer to my cup and finding myself a spot on the couch, it wasn’t long before I was joined!
Since we are speaking officially here…I can tell you that December officially makes this Chicken and Dumpling season! No no…I know you all thought it meant holiday season was upon us. My apologies, but you have been misinformed. It is officially the season for chicken and dumplings! Nothing like an icy, winter night and a piping hot bowl of a southern classic