It was our hubby Bob’s first Christmas as my hubby plus life partner. I had invited his parents plus our parents for Christmas supper. Bob would regularly brag about our culinary skills, plus he was stoked to have myself and others show them off. The turkey and ham were ready to go in the oven plus I had spent most of the evening preparing the casseroles for the oven. I even made a loaf of homemade bread. By noon, our hubby was worried because he wasn’t smelling the yummy scent of slowly roasting turkey. Our parents were to be there soon, plus if the turkey wasn’t cooking now, there would not be a meal on the table by six o’clock. I began to panic plus was in the middle of a crying jag when our mother arrived. Our turkey roaster had died plus the turkey wasn’t even warm. Bob put it in the oven then mom went online. I told her it was too late to purchase another turkey roaster. Bob told myself and others that it wasn’t too late to order a cooked turkey for the Christmas feast. Unfortunately, nearly every pizzeria in the city was closed for the Christmas holiday. The only arena opened was a Chinese pizzeria. Both of us got a meal delivery repair from the local Chinese joint. Both of us ordered spare ribs, fried chicken plus even multiple orders of shrimp plus scallops. The meal delivery repair charged us quite a hefty sum, but it was better than no Christmas supper. Thanks to meal delivery services, our Christmas feast was saved. After supper, I was aggravated when I realized that I had neglected to put the pies in the oven. Both of us went online plus found that I could buy desserts online.