December 24

 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house/ Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse/ The stockings were hung by the chimney with care/In case that St. Nicholas soon would be there/And Ma in her kerchief and Dad in in his cap/Had just settled down for a long winter's nap. 

Sound familiar? Fio was surprised (but pleased) that she remembered those first four lines of Clement Clarke Moore's beloved holiday poem, but wonders how many other people will. The times, they are a-changin', and even Fiorella chose a more personal view with her holiday poem this year.

By the way, the front room parlor is shaping up well. It's amazing how much can be fit into a relatively small room if one plans carefully. Fiorella is thrilled that the electronic piano still works and that she's been able to gather all the music books, sheets, and compositions together in one place. Hoping that the collection will be a joy to Granddaughter when she's older.

The collections of about three generations of decorations from times past are also on display--a good number of ceramic Santa Clauses plus lovely angels.

There's nothing else your girl has to say but Moore's Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! 💗

AAAAAAAK--I didn't realize this hadn't been posted!