Cup of Cheer

This afternoon, Mother and I attended a nice gathering at the home of one of the women I know from water aerobics class, who lives nearby. She invited us all (and the rest of the world, I think) to her "Cup of Cheer" come-and-go Christmas party, co-hosted by her sister. These two ladies know an awful lot of people in our small town, so her home, including the sun porch, was packed to the rafters with women decked out in sparkling and spangled Christmas sweaters, jackets, and jewelry.



We had our choice from several kinds of "cups of cheer," including wassail and Baptist punch (meaning that it was non-alcoholic, of course), plus an array of nibbles. Mother and I were interested in the homemade marshmallow squares on sticks, ready to be dipped in a fountain of flowing hot chocolate. We appreciated that the great-niece of the hosts went to the trouble of making the marshmallows, because, as several of us commented, we would have just bought bags of them. But the homemade ones were a nice touch, arranged in a crockery vase along with fresh strawberries, also on sticks.

The "Cup of Cheer" party was a festive ending to a mild, overcast December day that started with ominous early morning thunderstorms.