Holiday Fun: Day is Done

The kids are asleep; the grandparents are back at the hotel. The kitchen is "closed," since Pop did all the dishes, and the downstairs is straight as toys were tucked under the tree and the last of the garbage/recycling taken out.

In celebration, Mama and I ate a Christmas pud with brandy butter, indulging in our favorite Victorian treat. With cups of Earl Grey. We'll go to bed soon, too. Because tomorrow, with something like 12-18 inches of snow predicted over the next 36 hours, will be fun and crazy and exhausting.

And I'll tell you all about it then. But for now, thanks for a great Christmas. Good night, sleep tight.

Peace.