Santa is my nightlight
December got away from me somehow. So, here I am now, feet firmly planted in January, taking a quick glance over my shoulder at the blur of a holiday season in Boston and Upstate New York.
So it begins...
...and a Merry Christmas to you, Comrade Lenin
Our shiny, new hatchblack, was all covered in snow
...said the Pops, emphatically.
My NoCo shopping paradise
