I started a draft a while ago - the start of a story which, I now realize, I can't bring myself to start writing until I know the ending.
I wish this Christmas would bring a happy ending to that story, which doesn't directly involve my own family or menagerie but which is close to my heart. However, Christmas will come whether or no.
The kids are all home, the horses are still eating grass at the end of December, and Lucy's dislocated shoulder is mending. The whole family went to confession today, and now we're off to Vigil Mass. The larder is groaning.
Merry Christmas, everybody!