Silently, like thoughts that come and go, the snowflakes fall, each one a gem. -Williams Hamilton Gibson
We’re definitely having a white Christmas this year. Snow crunches underneath my boots, air in -20 degrees is a bit nippy to say the least, reindeer dig big holes in the snow in search for some lichen and the sun barely makes it above the horizon for a couple of hours. The days are spent skiing either cross country or downhill and the Christmas tree gives a beautiful scent from the corner of our cottage. This is Christmas in the Finnish Lapland.
Wishing a Merry Christmas to everyone!
E & J