and the world is cold and the snow is high
Come Inside. Come Inside.
We'll sit over coffee or tea and chat a bit, speaking of this Blessed Season and Family and Friends.
We'll help ourselves at Caro's bounteous buffet of Christmas Sweets---this was on Monday night, when we'd had a simple family dinner downstairs, and all trooped upstairs for dessert. Some of the dishes were still cooling; tonight everything will be on pretty plates.
You'll always have a welcome in my heart, Dear Friends. Sleep sweetly on this most Blessed of all Nights.