What we left. What we've got.
No Cold. No Snow. No Relatives. No Turkey or anything with Velveeta or Cheez Whiz. No Tree. No Fire. No Midnight Mass. No bourbon. No punch. No distant cousins. No party (after 13 straight years).
The view out of the rear-view contains much.
We miss people all the time, but December reminds us that we are very far away from all of you. We hope you all had a good holiday season in your frigid climates, huddled by the coal-burning stove, reading by candlelight. We thought of you as we wandered the hidden valleys of South Mountain, clad in shorts and t-shirts, looking forward to a quick dip in the pool before we settled in for Christmas Eve dinner.
We wish you all the best in the New Year.
Scott, Judy and Ciela