...a white Christmas!

It was a perfect Currier & Ives Christmas, with several inches of new snow falling gently throughout the day, the fire crackling merrily, and far too much food.

Finally something upon which to ski

Weskeag oysters on the half shell

The table, laid for Christmas Eve, and the tree.  And Herman.

A piece of jewelry passes to Thing Two from her great-grandmother

Thing One wanted a jaw harp.  So damaged, that one.

A new apron.  Because every woman's chest should be a navigational aid.