The wreath is on my door. Note the absence of snow here. A day can make a big difference. When I woke up this morning, I thought maybe the predictions were all wrong. There was an icy glaze on the ground, but not much else. By the time my coffee was brewed, the snow was falling in earnest. Honestly, I thought is was "too cold to snow" but I was wrong.
It is pretty, but I hope the roads are not too treacherous. Mike would have built a fire and settled in for the day. I will not bother with the fire but get out my long johns and I still plan to make my way to my sister's for a family dinner. He was the smart one, but I am intrepid.
The presents are all wrapped and ready to go under various trees of family nearby. Some will be mailed to family far away.
I was inspired this morning by Betsy and her post about The Twelve Days of Christmas. It is too late this year, but I want to add this idea to a new way of doing Christmas.
Tomorrow, my plan is to pack my bag. I will be flying to Florida on Friday. My son has agreed to house sit this year while I am gone--a big, huge relief.