It’s been a dream of mine to hold an open house at our Kentucky cabin. Trouble is, it’s so tiny that guests would have to come in small batches. Not only that, only the most intrepid make it up our very steep driveway. I could write a book on all the escapades of poor folks trying to reach the top & failing. When it snows, we can’t reach the top either in our all wheel drive so have to hoof it, groceries & schoolbooks & all. But it’s so worth it in the end.
So if I could I’d invite you to our Christmas open house. You’d find cider simmering on the stove & some Kentucky-made treats. We’d sit by the fire & talk about how good God is to give us friends & Christmas & these little bits of heaven on earth. I might play a carol or two on the dulcimer & Paul might pick I saw the Light on his banjo. Randy would bring more firewood & Wyatt would stand by in case the place burned down (he’s a firefighter in real life). If it got too crowded you could wrap up in a quilt and sit on the porch in the swing or rocking chair. I can just imagine it. The next best thing is pretending, I guess.
Hope & pray your Christ*mas is extra blessed. From our cabin to yours…
