Late yesterday afternoon it started to snow, nothing startling. It snowed on and off during the night, and the ground is covered, two or maybe three inches covered. This morning the dogs plowed through the yard. Nala zoomed while Henry took his time. I am enjoying my morning coffee after a late start to my day.

It is downright cold at 28°. The high will be 30°. Snow flurries are predicted. They were around earlier but not since this morning. I keep checking.

I was seldom, maybe even never, disappointed with Christmas. When I was a kid, Santa had my list, amended several times, and my most wanted gift, my number one on the list, usually ended up under the tree. When I was older, I once in a while wanted something specific and told my mother but mostly I had no list. My mother was the best shopper. She bought stuff I didn’t know I wanted until I got it. She went through antique shops. She loved church fairs. She loved finding unusual gifts. We all do. She passed that along. I have fun shopping for gifts.

I always started my new book on Christmas night. When I was little, my mother chose the books. I usually got two. Classics were what I read. You know Heidi, Treasure island, Little Women and so many more. I would find a comfy corner, grab a few cookies and settle in with my book. When I was older, I gave my mother a list of books I wanted. I remember the year of Alive. I immediately started reading and didn’t leave my corner of the room. My mother suggested I stop reading so the book would last longer. She missed the point of the corner and the speed so I gave her a bit of a condescending smile and kept reading.

My sister gives me a new book every year. This year it is Robin Cook. Last night I started reading. The house was quiet. The dogs were asleep and both were dreaming. Their legs moved and they barked without opening their mouths. I watched them settle. I got comfortable and read a long time. I know! I know, slow down.

Last night I had Christmas dinner leftovers, skirt steak, carrots, sweet potatoes and butternut squash. It was a grand meal. It was worthy of Christmas.

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