Every year at this time, I write about the same thing, a festival put together by the churches surrounding our town common--a simple, soulful day that for me, kicks off the holidays. It rained this year, but it didn't matter. My girl was with me again after a three year absence, and together we picked out books at the book fair, gulped our steaming chowder, and sat in a 350-year-old church to listen to the town band play festive arrangements of holiday-inspired tunes.
We arrive home as always, to discover the hard work of Mr. Christmas, who spends the day hanging lights and displaying nutcrackers around our house. Later in the afternoon, it seemed like the right time to make some mulled wine. I heated apple cider, a little Cabernet, cinnamon sticks, cloves and orange, poured it into mugs and we sipped, letting it warm us down to the core. Yep, Thanksgiving was late this year, but it only took me a week to move on. Christmas, I'm all in.
Welcome to the season.
Festival on the Common