The morning is pretty but cold, the low 30’s. The high for the day won’t be much better. It is a bundle up day.

I have just about finished decorating. Last will be the tree I bought yesterday. It sits outside in a bucket filled with water. Before it goes up, I need to move furniture and bring up my tree stand from the cellar. That will probably be tomorrow.

Nala has sunk to new depths. Yesterday I heard her drop something substantial so I went to check. She picked up the unknown object and ran out the dog door, her acknowledgement of guilt. I followed. She saw me and ran to back of the yard. I have learned to ignore her and check later. When I went to check, I found a wiseman from my old nativity set. I also found a lamb. That dog has no respect.

When I was a kid, I never really minded winter. I walked to and from school every day no matter how cold. My mother made sure no bit of cold air could penetrate the bundling. On the coldest days I wore ski pants under my skirt. It wasn’t the best fashion choice, but it was warm.

We went to see Santa Claus. I remember being in the line at Jordan Marsh. It was always long. Jordan’s had the best Santa. He looked exactly the way I expected. We never minded the wait to get to Santa because the Enchanted Village was along the walk. The village had amazing scenes of houses and shops and snow and sledding. It was animated and every scene was elaborate. It was, I learned later, Victorian. In the inside scenes, the rooms were dressed for the holiday. Families were dressed in their finery. The women and girls wore long dresses. Boys sometimes wore sailor suits while men wore jackets and ties. Outside the people wore coats, and the little girls’ coats were elaborately embroidered. Boys wore hats with flaps. Girls wore round hats sometimes with flowers. The shops were filled with goods. I remember the pies in the bakery, the ice cream in the shop and the toys for sale in the windows.

We were filled with wonder.

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