By William Shakespeare
From As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7
Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
We're at Paul's parents' house in Hanover, Pennsylvania, where there is plenty of snow on the ground for a white Christmas. We had a pretty quiet morning getting ready to go, then drove up in moderate traffic in the afternoon. We brought in Red Lobster for dinner and had far too many desserts -- we brought half of the Prinsesstarta from St. Lucia's Day, Cinda had baked many kinds of cookie, there were Utz chocolate covered pretzels in the house...mmmmm! In the evening I went to church with Clair and Cinda; Paul and the kids did not go, having no interest, but the music there is wonderful -- they have a famous 80-year-old great organ that is one of the largest in the world -- and listening to several hundred people pray for peace cannot be a bad thing no matter whose name the prayers are in.
A tree with hundreds of holiday lights decorating its branches in Hanover.
This is my in-laws' small tabletop tree...
...decorated with lots of angels, which my mother-in-law collects (I got her the paper Victorian one on the left)...
...and lots of glass, so it's very twinkly.
This is my favorite of their ornaments -- scrimshaw ships from Scandinavia -- though it is not hanging up yet this year; this photo is from 2005.
These ornaments are hanging on the enormous Christmas tree...
...at St. Matthew Lutheran Church, where I attended Christmas Eve services.
My parents were supposed to join us tomorrow, but given the emergency weather alerts we've been receiving all day, I think they are not going to risk driving in an ice storm, so it'll be just us and my in-laws. There's so much food here that I'm going to need a personal trainer by Saturday. Merry Christmas if you celebrate, and if not, have a lovely weekend!