The BD HQ late Tuesday afternoon, awaiting our gals to arrive from the big city to put the decorations on the tree with a bit of help from my father-in-law and some bourbon eggnog. Our lad and his brood tomorrow.
No fireplace fires until after candlelight church. I do not like to leave a house with a blaze. Cozy and Yankee-style, I feel. I love this old-timey farmhouse space. One daughter can handle the piano pretty well, and Mrs. BD is a hacker but can bang out a carol or tune when needed. Just takes her a minute or two to get it right.