Last night's Christmas Eve candlelight service at a very small and rural church was what Christmas is all really about. As we left the church, a gorgeous, huge full moon appeared in the East.
Today in Southwestern Pennsyltucky we have this sky....
A 'brown Christmas' is much preferable to me these days than those icy, bitterly frigid, white Christmases. We might just remember that the first and rarely sung verse of the song 'White Christmas' speaks of Palm Springs and other such warm spots wishing for a white Christmas. During this December of horrendous storms and blizzards elsewhere, many are probably wishing for this variety of Christmas weather, too.
This day is gorgeous.
Many wonderful presents found their way to bless us under our tree. And, yes, I must have met the tomtens' exacting requirements. Wild Apple Bohus is here.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Safe Traveling to All.