My favorite part of Christmas is singing Christmas carols. I spent Christmas Eve afternoon baking pies — one cherry, one pumpkin — and trying to get the high notes in “O Holy Night.” I never made it to the end because my big gray cat, Beauregard, meowed more and more desperately as I sang. Sigh. But my father and I had a lovely evening with our neighbors, who invited us to their Christmas Eve party. They truly are a joy, and they loved the pies.
Merry Christmas, gentle readers!