Christmas


The days between

The days between

On of the things I love about our family holiday tradition is that we linger in this in-between space between Christmas and New Years, and a little beyond.

Christmas Day

Christmas Day

Each Christmas, though my body is in one place, my heart is in many places, specifically in all the places I've celebrated Christmas through the years, and with family spread across the country; western Canada, New England, Quebec, and the Maritimes.

She's makin' a list, checkin' it twice... (and talkin' religion)

She's makin' a list, checkin' it twice... (and talkin' religion)

This weekend our Christmas festivities will begin in earnest.

At the end of Christmas even the boxes tell a story

At the end of Christmas even the boxes tell a story

I suppose I could use plastic storage bins for the tree ornaments, nested together in an IKEA photo shoot worthy fashion. But cardboard boxes work and they also tell a story.

At the end of the high holiday

At the end of the high holiday

The time between Christmas Eve and New Year's is our family's high holiday of the year. A week long celebration of outdoor winter activity, games, and feasting with family and friends.

And may all your Christmases be white

And may all your Christmases be white

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow...

A Christmas Interlude

A Christmas Interlude

I've felt a little "Christmas writing bereft" on the blog so I thought a holiday update was in order.