C'mon, Fingers, Thaw!

 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.