This angel, whose name is Clara (after Clara Schumann), keeps me company in the kitchen at Christmastime.
What’s extra cool about Clara is that she sings my praises, which really helps my holiday spirits.
“Those cheese straws look delicious! A bit of burn around the edges only makes them more colorful.”
“Lumps add intrigue to the gravy, kind of like Rocky Road Ice Cream.”
“Your kitchen is spotless. Let’s skip the Christmas plates and serve dinner right on the floor!” (Clara may need spectacles.)
“I wouldn’t trade your bourbon balls for a whole cabinet filled with the finest Kentucky bourbon.” (That one seems rather odd coming from a tea-totaling angel.)
I told Clara that this year, I’ve started Friend for the Ride. She’s singing your praises now too.
“Those women are good sports to read what you write.”
“You even have a few male readers? Three cheers for them.”
“Guest posters! How generous of them to share their words.”
And I sing your praises too. Thanks for reading! I wish you the happiest of holidays. Let the moments delight you, no matter the lumps in the gravy, and enjoy.
My Clara: My mom’s church, Divinity Lutheran in Towson, Maryland, sold Clara and other angelic cats at their Christmas bazaar about twenty years ago.