There are remnants of the feasting still visable. Pies are being picked at, and we're starting to dig through the mess that gatherings produce. I don't know about your house, but ours seems to get trashed every time we have company. Not to mention that the dishwasher decided to stop draining right after dinner on Thursday and we'd created an enourmous pile of dishes. Jamie took it apart and we think it's fixed.

Last night we went downtown and passed out free hot cocoa in the park. "God loves you. Drink up!" It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, and it was chilly but not downright cold. The kids got to see the boat parade on the river and run with their friends. We came home and curled up with leftovers, a warm fire and good books.

Right now, the boys have gone on a trash run in the red truck. The girls are playing with lincoln logs in the living room, while Rory-belly sleeps off sickness on the love-couch. It's quiet, and there is a pile of half-sewn Christmas presents mocking me from the end of the hallway.

Time to put on another pot of coffee and get to work...