The weather around here has been snowy and everything is looking beautiful.
This inspired me to start singing Christmas songs. I was half way through “O Holy Night” over the breakfast table (my family have to put up with a great deal) when Daniel said, “I know that one.” I stopped and smiled encouragingly, “You sing it then, sweetheart.” He began at once, “Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier.”
Oh Holy Sacrilege. You’ll be pleased to know that we have hardly any snow here and it rather nicely only falls at night and melts before I have had to venture out, so far. Minus 8 forecast for Wednesday though
Wasn’t Davy Crockett one of the shepherds?
C, any snow yet?
BroLo, do you know how many ears he had? Three, left, right and wild front ear.