Every second year we go to the farm for Christmas.
Cousins and aunts and uncles.
The favourite farm dog.
Mass at the Cathedral.
Grandmama's delicious baking.
Pond hockey.
Fireplaces and wood stoves.
Games of One Eyed Jack with Grandpapa.
Spotting wildlife.
Rosy Cheeks.
A little slice of heaven.
xoxo,
Hope this year Christmas at the farm is all you dreamed of!
ReplyDeleteSounds like heaven!!
ReplyDeleteWishing for some colder weather here, its raining right now. . .wheres the snow?? Im sure long about Jan. I will be wishing for the warmer weather back!
Sounds like Heaven to me too. You are super lucky to have such a great place to visit!
ReplyDeleteI used to go to my grandparents farm for Christmas too. What a wonderful photo!
ReplyDeleteMy boys would be amazed at pond hockey. I hope we can go up one winter and visit - even though I hate the cold. :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is!
ReplyDelete(I hope my grandkids feel the same way when they come...)
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That does sound like heaven!
ReplyDeleteThis need not be true. The bungalows have a tendency to offer large open spaces and large gardens.
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it's like something out of christmas carol ... o'er the river and through the woods ... sounds wonderful!
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