A cold night of 18F, clear sky with stars shining bright, horses snuffling their hay, orange cat curled under the Christmas tree, warm fire cracklin' in the woodstove of a cozy log cabin, a hot cup of Lapsang and a big slice of fruit cake to tease the pallet, these are the things that make Christmas Eve here at Bullock's Outpost.
An a candle burns brightly in a window tonight to remind us of those we have lost and of those that mean so much to us, of our grown children, grand daughters, grandsons, and great grandsons, and friends that we have that share common bonds.
So, here is wishing folks at the Campfire, A Very Merry Christmas with mincemeat pie for all!
Keep an eye to the ridgeline......'n' pass another slice!
The forest is a wilderness only to those that fear it, silent only to those that hear nothing. The forest is a friend to those that dwell within its' nature and it is filled with the sounds of life to those that listen.
Lapsang AND mince meat pie? Yummy!....Merry Christmas all!!.......I've got to find my secret stash of Lapsang Souchong. My family hates it when I drink that. They say it smells like a cheap cigar,lol.
Beer is proof that God loves us,and wants us to be happy-B. Franklin
Your post painted a picture for me; easy to visualize. Hope yours was a fine day.
*Young guys should hang out with old guys; old guys know stuff.*
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