We'll have prime rib for Christmas dinner on a table trimmed with big baker potatoes, fresh salads, a choice of vegetables, and a couple of marionberry pies for dessert.
Of course, the common denominator is that this was all thanks to our farmers and ranchers, and I hope they enjoyed a big season for sales this year.
I noted in an earlier blog that the holidays, from Halloween through New Year's Day, is a farm feast, and that unless we had a safe, high quality and abundant supply of food, our culinary joys would be greatly diminished.
Thanks again, grower guys.
But while it the aroma of warming gravy and pies a-cooking that weaves the tapestry of a Christmas atmosphere, it is still the real reason for the day we remember. But when doing that, I realized that the three wise men didn't bring meat and bread, but gold, incense and miscellaneous other non-edibles to Mary and Joseph. I wondered if Joseph didn't quietly make a little prayer to the nearby baby for a little lamb chop (shepherds were right there with them!) or maybe a bite of bread and cheese.
But I guess if providence gave them a safe manger for a birth, it also somehow provided lunch.
Or, perhaps Joseph took some of that gold down to the local bakery and butcher shop in Bethlehem after the guests left so he could purchase some rolls and ground beef.
I worry about those things, you see. My daughter keeps telling me to get a life for that reason.
When I think back to those days or old, when there was no Safeway or McDonalds, I wonder how they got along. Moreover, I marvel at what we have at our fingertips today that would have seemed incredible to our distant ancestors. Imagine flying a helicopter over the heads of the shepherds in the field and broadcasting via a loud speaker the day's news.
Unimaginable to them as it would be, I guess they would have found a way to reason it out.
I am rambling again, I admit, but it seems blogging brings out the tendency to gush.
As I sit here on the edge of Christmas with my five-year-old grandson wrapping presents behind me with an aunt, I am caught up in the spirit of yuletide, and it is totally permeating to the point of making me wonder how I will write the two news features I must turn out for Western Farmer-Stockman this day.
I'd really rather be sipping cabernet by a crackling blaze in the fireplace, playing with the monster dog, and watching the angel of the tree twinkle.
Plenty of time for that on the days my company gives me for paid holiday leave, though, so I will diligently get to work (I hope my big boss reads this far), but I can't promise I won't be munching on my wife's cookies or sneaking some chocolate Santa candy as I do.
And give thanks the Mayans didn't get it right!!!