It appears that the holiday season is over. I've gained back all the South Beach weight-loss and our room is now packed to the rafters with goodies. Suzanne and I spent Christmas in Parry Sound with my Dad and Nancy, where we ate and drank and played games until we could do no more. After that, we opened prezzies until the room was three feet deep in wrapping paper.

It was a lot of fun, and even though there was no snow, we had a very Merry Christmas. In Newmarket, the Boxing Day blowout set records for attendance. 14 people all crammed around the table made for an interesting meal, as did the squash, my new favourite food.

New Year's Eve saw us down in Buffalo, once again at the home of Paul and Crystal Bogner. They were the consummate hosts, as usual, and we had an excellent time as we always do. For the celebration itself, we went out to Brodo, a restaurant owned partly by Joe, a friend of Pauls'. He sorted us out with giant slabs of meat and glasses of The Macallan. We rang in to the New Year with Champers and noisemakers, but I retired relatively early because I was tired from carrying around a small cow in my belly.

It was am extremely busy December, and Suzanne and I both looking very forward to some rest now.

Hope You Had A Happy One!