Jingle Bells…Jingle Bells…
Our new home smells of pine and cranberry. The weather is chilly outside and wonderful. Christmas decorations are strung, lovingly, all over the house. Candles are on the mantle and the cards are hanging from a braided string under the wreath over our entertainment center.
It’s Christmas and Ysa has been helping me wrap the presents waiting in a basket at the foot of the tree. Plans are being made over hot cocoa for Val and I to attend mass on Christmas Eve and to make sure we remember to leave out milk and cookies for Santa.
This will be the first year Ysa has had a real Christmas tree, that she will remember anyway. We had one the first year we had her and after that we spent our holidays away in the mountains somewhere. Tucked away in North Carolina or up visiting Logan’s family in Kentucky. Though we are all dying to go mining in Franklin at Jackson Hole Mining Company again, we are also thankful to be home in our new place.
Oh…and the tree’s name is Reginald according to local sources. hehe I must be part Druid though; I can’t help but want to hug him, thank him for being here (not that he had a choice) and tell him good morning every day. Ysa thinks it’s a hoot and joins in. I think it comes from reading Shel Silverstein’s “The Giving Tree” a lot.
So, with all this in mind, we…Ria, Ysa, Val, Logan…oh, and Reginald…would like to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a very Blessed Yule. Ok, now back to the book project and the last of the decorations! hehe