Another yuletide rushing by, accompanied by the usual flurry and sprinkling of magic with a soupcon of drama, as Nana Beston went into the hospital for breathing difficulties.  Sigh.  Breathe.  Celebrate.  Highlighted among the traditional Christmas Eve carol sling-a-long was Molly Beston performing 2 “original” songs about the spirit of Christmas being about sharing and caring and spending time with family.  From the mouth of babes!  Christmas Day dawned snowy and Ben went for a pre-gift unwrapping run and then onto Greg and Darcy Beston’s for Christmas brunch.  Got to meet Tanner O’Leary, Darcy’s sister’s days old baby.  Now Beamy is in Maine, enjoying snow, snow, snow!  Finally!  A winter worth writing about.  Hopefully it will last.  We plan to get out as much as possible in the next few days, snowshoeing and exploring new woods and trails.  And if we are so lucky, next weekend will break into my unopened XC skis, which have been languishing in the garage since last nonwinter.  We are planning our usual lobster and champagne Christmas Eve, maybe stretching bedtime until midnight.  Pre New Year’s dinner in Portland, ME at 555…should I go for the truffled lobster mac and cheese, heaven in each bite…or something different.  Predictably delicious or be daring?

Oh, if that could be my life’s motto?

Merry, merry, jingle, jingle, and Happy, Happy!