a note before boarding my old friends ride..

[Guest guest]

There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever

was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and

cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by

apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the

whole family; indeed, as Mrs Cratchit said with great delight

(surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn't ate it

all at last. Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits

in particular, were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows. But

now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs Cratchit left the

room alone -- too nervous to bear witnesses -- to take the pudding up

and bring it in.

 

bob was right..there never was such a goose!

 

the pudding is the prize.

 

we owe much to Mr. Dickens' nondual cool!

 

" God bless us every one' said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

 

..b

 

p.s. i have to help a friend this evening. i'm bundling up and

getting my gravol. those air sleds and sleighs!