Here we go! Leaving the house for an evening of
cookies and candy and hot cider on The Square.
And who should greet us there but Old Saint Nick--
or an imposter: looks suspiciously young for a white beard.
Even the old stone court house is in a festive mood (mode).
Me doubting that stones have "moods."
And whom should we meet on the street but my most-recently
born greatgrandson, age three months.
Then we arrived safely home in spite of the biting cold and
the arduous walk. (Six blocks, and that is arduous-- for us.)
Haven't mastered the "selfie" Actually something
these folk seldom engage in.