our christmas at the farm is a sacred time. we eat, drink and are merry. we have wild and crazy cousin time. we have big meals and time to rest afterward. we have a walk around the farm yard making the paths even more familiar.
this year i hold gratitude that the permanent marker the younger two got out to scribble with didn’t get on nana’s nice furniture (!!!!!!). there was the yearly game of pictionary where i was demoted from “prime real estate” which was fine with me.
i’ve known this family for most of my life by now. i love the traditions that i’ve come to call my own. i love knowing exactly what i’ll be eating in a little less than a year.