We celebrated  a quiet  Thanksgiving day at home.  It was a treat to use my great-grandparents china (on the Jones side) for the first time.  I’m sure we’ll be feasting on it again Christmas day, other holidays, and whenever I feel the need for a little something special.   Abe wasn’t fond of the turkey or any of the fixings (which just meant more for us!), and instead was more than happy with his recent favorite of blueberries and yogurt.  But to no one’s surprise he gobbled up his sliver of homemade pumpkin cheesecake- and ate some of mine too.  After dinner we headed to the cemetery for a stroll.

We kicked off the holiday season with a visit to nearby Frost, for a horse drawn carriage ride, visit with Santa, and to get our tree.  While Abe seemed to enjoy the carriage ride, he was terrified of Santa.  There’s always next year.

The cold hasn’t kept us from playing outside.  And wearing mittens hasn’t kept Abe from wanting to play with his chalk.

The snow’s upon the Alleghenies and the view from the window is monochrome again, thanks to the eight inches that fell yesterday.  Last winter was Abe’s first, of course, but this one may as well be, considering how excited he gets with every flake he sees.  Here’s hoping he becomes a skier, because his parents are going to be making him do a lot of it.

We’re surrounding ourselves with the trappings of another holiday, but Christmas this year has already been very different, with Abraham helping to decorate the tree and the gingerbread men.

Merry Christmas and happy new year, y’all!