A field just down the road a piece seems to be a stopping spot for a flock of trumpeter swans. They are lovely, but we haven't been lucky enough to hear their songs. The only music we've enjoyed has been from the high school holiday concerts and Celtic Christmas, which was pretty fun. How can those girls move their Irish feet so quickly? I can barely hobble to the cookie jar and they are dancing circles around the stage. Without moving their arms. Amazing.
Of course, it's all about the food.
We had another snowstorm. I hope Santa won't be hindered by it.
May all your Christmas dreams come true. All of them.