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| Christmas rime! |
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| My dish towel from Aunt Nene. |
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| Christmas socks to JB from Santa Rose. |
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| A bag for me from Santa. |
Monday 12/24. We were ensconced in fog the entire day in a rimed landscape. A few short snow flurries moved through in the morning with tiny, tiny flakes.
We enjoyed a nice quiet day with nachos for dinner. We open one gift Christmas Eve and everything else on Christmas morning. This evening I chose the gift we received on Friday from my cousin who died in a car accident two weeks ago. A bit disconcerting, but a remembrance of her. Then we watched Love Actually, instead of the animated specials.
Tuesday 12/25. This Christmas day began with deep blue skies and a temp of 20. When I got up with the alarm at 2:00 am, it was just 14. Such an incredibly perfect morning for Christmas. And Christmas settled in like a warm blanket of love and joy. With carols playing, we opened our gifts and stockings, then gave the dogs their Christmas bones after we ate our German pancakes for breakfast.
My Aunt Nene always gives us the best gifts, and fills our stockings with funny, delicious, and useful presents. Christmas has always been the highlight of the year in my family and this year was no different. We are so blessed to have such a joyful Christmas, while I know many others are hurting and sad.
On our afternoon walk, I saw so many deer, rabbit and squirrel tracks all around. The deer had eaten all the corn during the night, so I gave them more.
Such a magnificent day! Our high was just 28 and the sky remained a brilliant blue all day, with sunshine sparkling on the snow. Not a cloud in sight.
We are planning to drive down to the Gridder's tomorrow for lunch. Am so looking forward to it.
Wednesday 12/26. It is 23/21 this morning with overcast skies and valley fog. More snow is in the forecast, just hope it holds off until this evening.
Thought for the day: I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, til summer comes again." Lewis Carroll
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