We have a white Christmas in Chicago with a little more snow on the way.
Last night, I made our traditional Cioppino soup — a tradition started by my late father, Jack Turley. I hated the soup as a kid so fate has left this tradition to me. I am now as addicted to the soup as my father was.
The kids left their usual Christmas notes that again forced Old St. Nick to stay up to answer a series of probing questions. Madie asked if he seriously puts children on naughty lists and more mundane questions like Santa’s age and favorite cookies (he gave kind but non-committal responses). She did ask all all of the names of the “Raindeer” so Santa evaded the question by noting that he actually as “reindeer.”
I am about to start the cooking of the beef as well as the Yorkshire pudding, horseradish. and other traditional dishes. We will have the entire family clan over to the house. A total of 27.
All for me, I only want a defensive line for the Bears. I drove 12 hours straight from Virginia to make the Bears game only to see one of the most soul-crushing defeats in the history of the franchise. It was clear that Mel Tucker, the defensive line coach, was hoping to win the game by wearing down the Eagles by making them score over and over again. Of course, it was assumed that they would have to give us a ball occasionally but of course that proved little problem for the Eagles. We now face one of the most kinetic contests in the NFL: Bears versus the Packers for the playoffs.
The Turley family wishes everyone a happy and safe holiday. I will be toasting our blog family tonight and give thanks for the wonderful community we have created at this site.