A Christmas memory.

I'd better lock up the old out-house so we don't have any confusion on Christmas eve.

The old out-house on our property is probably one hundred and fifty years old. It's been moved from here to there and, of course, it is out of commission now, but it is a piece of history here and always a conversation piece.

Our trail is covered in untouched snow.

I was thinking back to when I was a child and would come out to my grandmothers' farm house for Boxing Day dinner.

There would be a few families gathered around the table in the front room that held not only the Christmas tree but the oil tank, too.  Oh, the character of old homes. :)

Christmas music would be playing on the old turn-table.

The dining table was filled with aunts and uncles and cousins who had gathered to have another big Christmas meal with my grandmother.

From that table, you could hear the wood crackling in the wood-stove in the winter kitchen. And traditionally, it was a big fat chicken with all the trimmings that was the star of the meal.

Granny's pumpkin pie was the preferred finale of the feast.

After we had all stuffed our faces, the cousins would each receive a nice white envelope with a Christmas card and a brand new $2.00 bill inside. And there was always a bag of candy for each of us, too.

Believe it or not, that was a big deal to us kids.

Remember...that was one hundred years ago. ;-)

It's funny the memories you have at Christmas time and the ones that you hold so dear.

=^..^=

While Audrey guards the Christmas tree,

geesh, she's weird

and Annie snoozes off lunch

We wish you all a fun and peaceful week while you prepare for Christmas.

I'm heading out to fill the feeders and the heated birdbath.

It's like Alfred Hitchcock's THE BIRDS out there.

hugs, Deb