So there we sat, on the kitchen floor while the dog ate the gravy and meaty bits out of the casserole that was oozing down the door and onto the floor. We laughed and told stories of years gone by and other family disasters and silly tales. We ate pie partially covered in casserole and although we scraped off the icky bits, and I've made better pies since, to date, it was one of the greatest meals we've ever eaten.
Although we didn't have our family or any meal that resembled a true holiday feast there's something oddly beautiful about food flying through the air in slow motion. Not many can say they've spent Christmas with their loved one, eating off the floor watching the dog try to get gravy out of her whiskers and we're glad we made the most of it.
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