on the longest night of the year we slept by the fire and kept the flames going until morning.
in fact they are still burning.
it’s a tradition we have been keeping for years and we all look forward to it as much, if not more than christmas.
there was a sparkling cider toast to the light that will slowly start creeping back.
we wrote our hopes and dreams for the new year and threw them into the fire.
and there was lots of giggling and snuggling under the covers by the christmas tree.
since mama was the first to fall asleep as usual, there may have been other festivities that took place.
all i know is that it was the best sleep i have had in a while.