Turkey left-overs, cold potatoes and squash, tiny mince tarts, a glass of cranberry cocktail . . . a brief but pretty snow flurry - whispy cotton, gentle on the neighbour's recently new fence . . . getting over arthritic aches of playing trains on the floor with our grandson . . . we love this time of the year !
And still pondering the gifts brought that first Christmas - perhaps the sheperds, a lamb and the magi their gold and frankincense and myrrh . . . now: What can I give Him? . . .