Sleigh riding down the Peck's hill.
Trudging through four feet of snow in the woods behind the back yard with my brother, Bob, looking for signs of wildlife.
Throwing snowballs at cars from the woods off Leggs Mills Road near the DeHoff's house, then hiding behind the old stone slab well.
Coming inside, my fingers and toes feeling like they're going to fall off they're so cold.
Eating a grilled cheese sandwich with a cup of hot chocolate.
Dad's playing Christmas music on the turntable.
Mom's reading on her seat in the corner of the couch, under the soft light of the winter lamp.
My sister Carol is singing, while sister Kathy is wrapping a recent painting she's packaging as a gift.
Nicky, our gray poodle, is asleep by the old, noisy, hissing heater.
The weather forecast is calling for more snow, and we're already buried.
It's nice not to be in school today.
Instead, it's a snapshot in time we'll always remember and hold dear.
Christmas Eve in Lake Katrine.
Beautiful, Dan. (Wow, this totally reminded me that I used to know someone referred to as "Beautiful Dan". Flashback!)
Merry Christmas!
Posted by: Poppy | December 24, 2007 at 01:27 PM
Perfect. Merry Christmas to you and yours, Dan. Pass the hugs generously.
Posted by: Scott | December 25, 2007 at 12:48 PM
Just found your site . . . do you think our kids will have those kind of memories? Or will it be mom is typing on her laptop, dad is watching poker on tv and sis is texting her boyfriend?
Oh, the good old days.
Posted by: Tutu | December 26, 2007 at 05:58 AM
Poppy and Scott - Merry Christmas to you as well.
Tutu - how very true. Kind of sad, but it's a different time. Thanks for stopping by.
Posted by: Dan | December 26, 2007 at 06:37 AM