Here in Wisconsin, when it is clear, it is cold. This morning it was -8 degrees, but bright and still. Ice from a storm last Thursday still coats the tree branches, and when the morning sun lit them up, they sparkled as if they were made from glass.
I went outside in my flannel pajamas and slippers and just stood on the front step for a moment, enjoying the quiet, and the long morning shadows.
Then I went back inside for my morning coffee and the paper. Life is good.
Tonight we head out to my brother's house for a once a year get-together, to see how we're all holding up. We'll snack on whatever people decide to contribute, catch up on each others' news, and exchange goofy white elephant gifts. My gift wrapping skills are deficient, but that is OK, since their unwrapping skills are excellent. And we'll try to just enjoy each others' company, while privately missing parents, grandparents, and siblings who have somehow become ghosts of Christmases past.
May you, whoever you are, have a good Christmas too, if that is what you celebrate. Peace be with you, in any case.