Stuffed

Ok...so I'm still eating leftovers from Christmas Eve at the Millers.
Ham, chicken salad, cookies, and whatever else was shoved into the doggie bag that was made for me by Donna. I'm feelin' like I should eat a piece of matzo and a potato latka just to balance things out. Then of course some cholesterol medication or at least a gallon of red wine.
Every year we get together. A plethora of old (ok...now "old" takes on a whole new meaning) friends to laugh, talk, listen to Christmas music, much of which was composed and sung by people of my tribe (Irving Berlin, Barbra Streisand, Neil Diamond, and more), I remind Bill, and...eat a mountain of food. The kids who used to trim the tree now have their own kids.
There's a comfort in Christmas Eve there. The table's set exactly the same every year. Although I WAS thrown off, because the table itself was placed horizontally in the dining room instead of it's usual verticle position. A site map was in order. The major food platters were, however, exactly the same.
I always think that I'll watch my consumption only to rationalize it out (at the end of the night) that it's only one night of the year.
Yeah...right...so what am I doin' eating the remaining BAG of Christmas cookies!?
At least I'm washing 'em down with Green Tea.
After all - I AM health conscious