I woke up early this morning, before five o’clock. I turned on the coffee pot, put up the temperature to a balmy 17 Celsius, then turned on the fireplace, before retreating to lay in bed for another ten minutes while waiting for the coffee to be ready. Then, with a fresh cup of coffee in hand,
I pulled up my rocking chair in front of the fireplace and set the coffee down before opening the draperies to the darkness outside. Then, I turned on the lights that frame the windows as well as the tree. It’s Christmas morning on the Canadian prairies, a white Christmas. I will be home alone as my wife is off to work a holiday shift in the local nursing