Xmas in New England: Day 4
After another good night's sleep (for me, anyway), we had a leisurely morning of playing checkers and other idle pursuits, before going outside. The rain had washed all the icicles away, but new little ones were forming along the roofs. It was again about freezing, and the soggy snow was solid. The sledding run was in good shape, and the sledding quite fast and fun for all. We told the kid that the snow was too jagged for a snowball fight, so I made her a stockpile of balls to throw at a tree.
We went into town for lunch at a little bakery and then went to Ben&Jerry's--I had some new banana and mocha flavors--yum. Soft, beautiful snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the kid raced around joyfully trying to catch them on her tongue. I saw her succeed at least once.
We went to the children's Christmas Eve service at the local church. This one was a bit different from the California and Connecticut ones we've been to in recent years (which were remarkably similar). The congregation seemed a bit stuffier, and the rector had an accent from somewhere in the depths of the British Isles. The main attraction was Christicles (which I must be spelling wrong), which I had never heard of before, and really just look like small edible satellites. When it came time for Communion, the minister gravely urged everyone to partake, noting that "not only are we an Episcopal church, but as part of the Diocese of New Hampshire, we take radical hospitality seriously." I continue to be proud that my great-great-grandfather was the first Episcopal Bishop of New Hampshire.
The kid lost her third tooth last night, making this the second night in a row for a magical visit. Which is made difficult by her persistent jetlag.....
Happy Xmas to all!
We went into town for lunch at a little bakery and then went to Ben&Jerry's--I had some new banana and mocha flavors--yum. Soft, beautiful snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the kid raced around joyfully trying to catch them on her tongue. I saw her succeed at least once.
We went to the children's Christmas Eve service at the local church. This one was a bit different from the California and Connecticut ones we've been to in recent years (which were remarkably similar). The congregation seemed a bit stuffier, and the rector had an accent from somewhere in the depths of the British Isles. The main attraction was Christicles (which I must be spelling wrong), which I had never heard of before, and really just look like small edible satellites. When it came time for Communion, the minister gravely urged everyone to partake, noting that "not only are we an Episcopal church, but as part of the Diocese of New Hampshire, we take radical hospitality seriously." I continue to be proud that my great-great-grandfather was the first Episcopal Bishop of New Hampshire.
The kid lost her third tooth last night, making this the second night in a row for a magical visit. Which is made difficult by her persistent jetlag.....
Happy Xmas to all!