As we finish dressing the table, the room is dizzy with aromas and the turkey teases with a golden, honey-like translucence.
Candles, nestled in poinsettia settings, provide a flickering, golden, almost magical light thatβs refracted in windows, crystal and white tablecloth.
I hear Leeza nearby, swinging the living room with laughter. Everyone is giddy from drink, mouth watering hunger and near impossible expectations.