It’s Christmas day, and here in Vermont, as always, we had a true Currier & Ives holiday: The snow falling, the fire crackling, the overly decorated tree overfilling the room. We argued this year over whether the giant tree meant more room for presents or less. I argued more. My parents argued less.
Last night, we went out to our country church and sang hymns and carols to candlelight. After caroling at a family friend’s house (and snagging some cookies in return) we came home, settled in by the fire, and had a spirited reading of ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas and A Child’s Christmas in Wales.
This morning, as I said, we awoke to a round of snow flurries