It is officially winter, and the world did not end.
The little corner of the world in which we currently find ourselves defines the holidays in our family. In the 22 years I’ve lived in New York City, I’ve never once spent Christmas there. My kids cannot fathom a Christmas spent anywhere but here, on my parents’ farm, in their house; it’s where Santa always brought them their gifts and where we look forward to two Christmases this year, on Christmas Eve with my brother and his wife and then on Christmas morning with my parents.
And of course, it would not be the holidays without photos. Here are a few from today.