Like seriously, that's what we had. Wine for noche buena. No sumptuous pasta dish. No chicken (or turkey if you prefer that). No cakes and cheeses. No sushi or teriyaki. No nothing. Just pure, sweet, red wine.
Not that we're killjoys or are grumpy old holiday haters but really, we're a poor bunch. No sour puss here though. After mass, Mom and I clinked our wine-filled mugs like bohemian artists on some European cafe and drank to our hearts content. Famished, not so much. But definitely contented.
Besides, who needs midnight calories? (Hashtag candy-coating). Merry Christmas boys and girls :]