We stayed in bed and in pajamas most of the day. Exchanged booky gifts—complete Hart Crane, J.M. Coetzee essays, Jhumpa Lahiri’s latest collection, and the Christopher Plummer memoir (Santa reads my blog!). And some non-booky things like Yaktrax for both of us, pjs, and some very meaningful family memorabilia from my mom and  my aunt – more on that later. We walked two miles to our Christmas dinner with a backpack full of fresh-baked bread we could smell all the way there. Wine, fireplace, kittens, conversation, good food, card game. Blizzard-like storm. We were ready to walk the two miles home, but our friend insisted on driving us at least part way (we were not hard to convince). When his truck couldn’t get up the hill into our neighborhood we got out and walked the last few blocks in the bright, powdery, silent snow. Then I slept for like 12 hours. I hope you all enjoyed the holiday, even if your plans were thwarted by weather. And for those of you who are sad it’s over – remember, you can keep celebrating until Epiphany on January 6!

Obligatory pictures of snow: