Hello dear ones, and how is your holiday so far? We’re here, buried in a happy mess of our own making, up to our armpits in food and drink, and I don’t know how it happened, but there’s little pieces of tape stuck to everything. The holiday is very nice so far, with snow, and candles and music and no end of good things, and after a knitting marathon of epic proportions, I have only a single sock to finish. (I made it on everything else, if you call Joe poking me awake 47 times on Christmas eve to keep knitting "making it" which I totally do.) In these parts, the holiday goes on for days and days, so there’s still a lot to be done, but here’s some snapshots of our best moments so far.
Old Joe, relishing his grampa years, reading Santa mouse
A beautiful Christmas dinner…
A relaxed dog, who looked like we all felt.
The surprise "big win" of the year, with Ken delivering matching tiger onesies for all the cousins. (They could only have been more delightful with "trap doors")
A walk in the woods by the pond. 
and everything almost the way it should be.
It’s taken me 45 years to learn that "almost" is as good as it gets, and I’ll happily take it.
Tomorrow, some of the knits, eh? They’re not a secret anymore.