Christmas #1 with the Millersville branch of the family was ab-fab; late nights, lots of laughs, baking, Elf, real egg nog, hysterical caroling, and Grandma’s fish chowder. Then, bang! zoom! they were gone.
Today is putting the finishing touches on Christmas #2; more baking, decorating the upstairs tree (yes, I have two, and yes, they are both real – this is one of the advantages of being a grown-up. You can have as many Christmas trees as you want.) I’m going to sneak in a run because the weather is terrible (warm, no snow, no hint of a white Christmas). Tonight and tomorrow I will read some favorite poetry, and page through a beloved book. (I will also be revising my WIP because deadlines are a Grinch.)
I will not be blogging for a few days, so I send out my hopes of peace and joy to all of you, along with a snapshot of our hearth.
May your stockings all hang with care.