Your Home During a Family Gathering
As more and more people entered, seasons greetings were exchanged and presents were passed around, closely followed by many "Oh you shouldn't have" and "Let's give it a shake shall we?" As Dad led a group of friends hung their coats on the hanger, they gratefully accepted mugs of piping cocoa served. As I returned to the kitchen with an empty tray, I stared at the dining table. I gaped. It was truly a feast for the kings. With golden plates placed neatly alongside, with throne-like chairs arranged along the table. A sharp scent of mint and raspberries pierced my nostrils, while the delicious smell of roasted turkey and baked ham wafted into my nose. As Mum called me in to try the stew, I was more than delighted as I eagerly grabbed a ladle, while Mum frowned at my weapon of choice. I excitedly scooped up the stew and ladled it on a porcelain bowl. I could even taste the richness of the gravy even before it entered my mouth. It was heavenly. The smooth boiled potatoes, the sweetness of the carrots, and the succulent tender chicken thigh, and not to mention the various herbs and spices used in the gravy. As I smacked my lips, eager for another bowl, Mum stopped me before sending me to serve another round of drinks. I arrived just in time to see Dad and his merry men help set up the Christmas tree. He certainly picked a fine pine tree, as they carefully wrapped the lights around it, before hooking the baubles and placing the huge star at the very top. As Dad switched on the lights, I momentarily squinted and blasts of red, green, yellow and blue filled the entire living room. We stared in awe, before bursting into a round of applause. This truly was the spirit of christmas...
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