This has turned out to be the best Christmas I can remember! Right now, Dwight is downstairs cooking Christmas Eve dinner.
How sweet is that?
I've never had a guy cook for me. He has gone to a lot of effort to do this. He told me to "get the hell out of the kitchen." (Kitchens and I aren't the best company.)
Maybe I should go see if he needs any help. I hate to think of him slaving alone down there.
Hmmm....
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