The Little Drummer Boy with the drums out front
Stars twinkling in a clear night sky, we pass by a crescent moon, gold, and low on the western horizon, sitting here thinking maybe northern lights later. Christmas Eve in the Alaska Bush. Prime roast thawing on the counter. Cookies down the hill where I had to leave them along with other supplies. So it goes. My favorite music playing, including a new version of Little Drummer Boy featuring the drums. A glass of chilled wine, thinking of past Christmases here like the year I had to line my trail with votive candles in brown paper bags to convince my young son it was a landing strip so Santa could find us. Mormons singng the First Noel now. About to make one of those Jello no-bake cheesecakes for dessert tomorrow. Peter, Paul and Mary followed by Trans Siberian Railway, O come let us adore him. Searching for a recipe for yorkshire pudding. Music fills the emptiness, peace in the deep woods. God bless us, every one. And then Peter Paul and Mary again, O come emmanuel. Stilll to come the Mormons and a marvelous soprano singing Oh Holy Night. I always cry. Time now to refill the glass in oh so many ways. And to all a good night.
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