Well, the Grand Duchess Sonja and I got a late start yesterday afternoon, but we managed to pick up the Christmas trees and decorate them last night. In fact, we sat up until almost 1am drinking egg nog and talking about this and that by the light of the trees and our Swedish Advent star that hands in the front window. Young Master Paul stirred at about 4:15 am and drifted easily back to sleep after a bottle and a change of diaper. But this time it's Dad who can't go back to sleep! I've been awake ever since, finally giving up the ghost and rising about an hour ago. And it's 6:50am on a Saturday, darn it!
So, what better way to start the day than with a quiet cup of fresh coffee and a bowl of oatmeal (porridge) while some light snow drifts down onto the ground outside. A final little bit of Christmas shopping later today and maybe a little painting time this evening. But the house is all ready for Christmas, the kitchen is well stocked, and life is pretty darn good, so I feel very lucky. And, if you'll pardon my straying into this, I guess it's important to remember those sorts of things at Christmastime because not everyone in the world is as fortunate.