Ripples And Hills
Alexa (Prudence).
Thursday, December 25th. Two weeks later…
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly… fa la la la la…”
Voices ring out around the fireplace in Grandma’s drawing room, rich and merry. The air smells of cookies, eggnog, roasted chestnuts, home. I even join in the chorus, eggnog in one hand, cookie in the other.
We’re all here; me, Martha, Jace, Eve and their kids, Jon, Aunt Annika and Uncle Brian. Grandma beams from her chair, basking in her family. She was insistent this Christmas we would be together.
Bab Populer