My heart broke in two, when Mimi & Papa announced to my family that Christmas Holiday would be a bit different this year. While I knew traditions would change eventually, I never really thought they would. It turns out change can be defined as either the end or the beginning of something new (and potentially wonderful).
We decided to celebrate Christmas early this year, and in lieu of hauling all of the presents and bags and sheets and towels and food and people and, and, and.. up to our little cabin at Sugarloaf, we spent a wonderful Saturday evening at my grandparent's house in Harpswell, Maine.
In the silence of the woods and the freshness of the salty sea air flowing off of the bay, we enjoyed many hours of eating, drinking wine, and sharing thoughtful gifts and conversation.
The merriness that traditionally filled the small A-frame at the mountain, stayed with us for a wonderful new Christmas by the sea.