Christmas

The fire burns brightly in the fireplace. The snow falls quietly on the lawn.

Chauncey plays under the Christmas tree and we are singing carols everywhere,

In the car, in the kitchen, in the living room by the beautiful Fraser Fir.

Old friends whose hearts are so intertwined the sweetness cannot even be touched by the Christmas fudge.

Memories and ties that blend and bind as many flavors as the cheese ball sitting on the nearby plate.

This is Christmas at its purest and best.

Silent Night, Stille Nacht...........