I decided to rest, take an afternoon to do nothing and at the same time do a lot, we finally concluded the pending repair work on the house although the exterior beautification (painting on the walls) is still missing.

For that reason I have been distant from Hive, although I enter the platform from my cell phone to review content and support the hivers friends.

On Sunday we moved away from the building materials and visited the family, starting at my in-laws' house and ending at my mother's. There we received the first Christmas presents, which included a tin of Danish butter cookies. Those cookies are typical gifts of the season.

Yesterday, Thursday, my husband went out to fill up the car with gasoline, in Venezuela we are still suffering from that evil and in the last few weeks the shortage has increased in several regions of the country. Among all the bad things, we are lucky to get gas every time we need it, at a small pump in town and the best time to go is in the afternoon.

The time spent from the time we park the car until we leave the gas station varies, it can be an hour or more. On this occasion I did not accompany my husband.

Around 5:00 PM my stomach and brain sent me signals, not only the vehicle required its liquid that gives it the strength to move forward, I also demanded mine.

I went to the kitchen to prepare coffee and when I came out of it, I saw the can of butter cookies under the Christmas tree that my husband made with his own hands with branches from a tree pruned in the urbanization..."ready, it's time to taste that divinity". I exclaimed.

My intention was to drink black coffee, but the cookies prompted me not only to eat them but to add milk to my hot negrito. And since it's Christmas time, what better than a mug alluding to the season.

This mug was given to me 10 years ago by a co-worker who was a friend of my friend, then the three of us became friends hahaha, I hope I understand.

Here is the proof of the facts. Coffee with milk and Christmas butter cookies.

I took a few pictures so as not to interrupt the ceremony and not to let the coffee get cold.

I apologize for what you will see below, but I had to dip the cookie in the coffee. These cookies are soft in taste and texture, so soft that half of one fell into the cup and when I reached for a spoon to rescue it, it was gone.

I remembered the video of the raccoon and the cotton candy hahaha. He also lost his candy with the contact of the water.

Finding myself alone, I promised to leave half of the cookies and coffee for my husband when he returned from his adventure at the gas station. And sooner than expected, the gentleman arrived.

Around these parts we say, "better to be on time than to be invited". This refers to when we arrive at a house and they are preparing the table to serve the meal, no invitation is needed, as we are already there and they add another dish to the table.

I headed to the kitchen to pour my husband's coffee and refill mine, while he washed his hands. With no more Christmas mugs in my home, he got a white everyday one.

As he drank the coffee with the cookies, he explained to me how the queue progressed this time and how many liters of gasoline the car was filled with. These are the daily conversations of Venezuelans, at least the coffee helps to make the situation bearable.

Here is another proof...the empty cookie tin. Now it will serve to store threads and needles.

I was pleased with the snack, coffee as the best company on any occasion. My body and mind rested from the days of dirt (cement, glue, sand, liquid asphalt). The vehicle is stocked to continue the rides, including the purchase of exterior paint before Christmas Eve.

I look forward to continuing to share Christmas coffee and all that the festivities entail.