Best Christmas I ever had

Cooking the goods!

I got up hearing the christmas jazz in my head, it was a wondeful tune. I was helping my dad set up the table, while the jolly music plays. We finished it lickity split. I nod my head and point my thumb to the kitchen, he nods back in agreement. I walk to the kitchen with a skip and a twirl. I start to observe my moms cooking and sniff the warm, fuzzy and good looking food. The scent travels up my nose with a tingling sensation, sausages, eggs, and buritos. They're my favourite foods and in the past years, my guests seemed to not mind. I could tell from their expression that they seemed to enjoy every last bite, nibble and crunch. The cooking was almost done and I helped carry the food to the table. Afterwards the food is all prepared and the forks and spoons are set on the table. All that was left was the beverages. The apple cider was simply delicous, I couldn't resist but taking one sip. But I knew I wasn't that greedy over things, even if they are my favourites, I shall save them for the guests.