The other evening, watching the snow fall:
Sweet Husband: What's your favorite thing about the snow?
Me: It's so quiet...and everything just stops.
And, perhaps that's what the snow brought for our Christmas.
Sweet Husband was just a titch sick, so we had even less fuss than normal. Really, 'twas nothing to do but play trains with the Kid, light some candles, and pour another glass of eggnog. Several romps in the snow and a big "dutch baby" with jam completed the celebration--a quiet, but bright and cheery, little Christmas.