One of the pleasures of the north on this shortest day is breakfast by candlelight. Rest assured, it was not some ungodly hour of the morning when this delightful repast occurred, it was a very civilized 9:30am, and still dark. The birthday boy was his usual sweet self and made eggnog lattes and the bacon and potatoes. I did the eggs and the dishes.
All the joy of the season to you all. And hold this precious thought close; the days are getting longer.
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