… ’twas the day after Christmas

We survived Christmas day. The model trains were, as expected, a huge hit. Peter in particular had the old transformer figured out in no time, sending the engines rattling around the loop in all directions. And the gingerbread waffles came off without a hitch.

My best gift was the Bialetti Mukka Express; I’m not sure if this was a gift to me or to Kelly, since she’s the one who drinks the daily latté, but this little machine (a) has no moving parts and so seems less likely to die than the collection of machines I’ve killed, and (b) makes fast, easy, no-fuss coffee beverages, leaving me a little more time in my morning routine for listening to the radio.