The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

by chuckofish

All three sons have arrived home safely: one came up the highway through a white-out around Tug Hill; one came from an ice storm in Maine, and the youngest wound through the Adirondacks in clear weather. We are all together for Christmas for the first time in four years! To celebrate, we feasted on bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs and pancakes until not a crumb remained. Here, the older brothers yuck it up with the DH, while Tim gives the photographer the side-eye.

After dinner, we spent a raucous evening playing music on our laptops and phones. We listened to everything from Tyler Childers, Blanco White, and Tom Petty, to Bill Bailey (watch from beginning to at least 4:54) and The Hu (Mongolian biker metal – start at 1:30). I bet you can’t guess who chose the Hu (not I). Since we shared music for hours, these selections barely scratch the surface, but you get the idea. Finally, this Christmas medley should put you in a festive mood.

You have to admit it’s quite special. I particularly like the “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” sung to the tune of “Jingle Bells”. Do listen to the whole thing!

Today I need to write the cards for my gifts but otherwise I have no real plans. There will be no church service due to New York’s latest Covid rules, but we will do just fine reading poems and singing songs on our own. Merry Christmas! God bless you all and bring you cheer!