I'm finishing up some cooking to take to friends with whom I will be eating Christmas dinner. I also raided the pantry for some preserves and condiments to take along, and am still having difficulty deciding on which wine - since only two of us drink it, it seems silly to have one for the crab (the local, seasonal Christmas treat) and one for the turkey (without heritage, but locally and kindly grown).
Last evening I made the right decision - to drive north and celebrate the first Eucharist of Christmas in the Redwood Cluster. The array of holiday lights along 101 and 20 was amazing. But the most amazing was the gorgeous moon rise.
I quote yesterday's poem of the day from the WACCO digest:
Cold moonlight shines
on the end and beginning
May you feast well.