At dusk on Christmas Eve it began to snow. Hard. After the warm weather and unseasonable melt, we were worried we wouldn't have a white Christmas of any sort. Worries abolished.
I also didn't think we were going to get around to the rosemary lemon polenta cookies II'd been begging for. Once again, worry not oh holiday celebrationist.
The tree was lit and producing a fine Christmas Eve aura ...
Perfect to eat beef wellington to
And to devour this plate of cookies while we watch White Christmas, which Yuula loved, much to our surprise. I think she's got a thing for Bing.
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