I felt like I was living in a Robert Frost poem.
Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening was on repeat.
Dinner was at our friends George and Gerry's house.
( and their three Boston Terriers--see Louie, above)
It was an especially nice group of friends and family.
Everybody contributed to the meal.
There was just the right amount of snow--
enough to be pretty,
but not a bother.
I often find holidays stressful, and have struggled to simplify,
to focus on what matters, enjoy the little things.
Tonight talking to my son about Christmas I said,
Just give me a tree with lights and some hot chocolate and I'm happy.