…It’s Christmas morning, and my house smells like turkey and…more turkey.

If wrapping paper had a smell, it would smell like that too.

Last night I sat by a fire made of cedar wood. It was wood from the sixteen foot cross that had been on the platform for the Barbaric Grace series. It seemed poetic somehow that I would be able to enjoy a beautiful and fragrant fire from the wood that made that cross…

Now I’m just cooking and cleaning…and cooking and cleaning, etc…

I realized this morning that I forgot to get the cranberries for cranberry sauce…oh well, it had to be something.

So…

Merry Christmas! I feel some peace settling in for now and in the new year…

Peace to you all - and God bless us (every one).

Peace.