lille juleaften

chanda really wanted to visit ferrara's this morning just like other lille juleaften mornings . . so we did . . but it just poured. we returned home very wet and bedraggled. we're turning into london here in nyc. every day is rainy and grey and foggy. well, not foggy like london, but certainly foggy for new york. it's incredibly damp and the clothes aren't drying. tomorrow it's supposed to be 70 or 71 degrees i think. 

ah well.

we wrapped gifts today . . and san's package came! we enjoyed opening it when greg came home. i'm looking forward to morning breakfast with tea and christmas cake! i'll post pictures in the morning when the sun rises, though it hasn't felt like the sun rises on any of these mornings. i wake and think that each day gets darker and darker . . even though the solstice has passed . . 

our evening poem was from ireland:

a cabin cradle song

hush, mo coridhe, hush,

the birds are asleep in the brush;

the stars are crowding the sky wi' their light

as they did long ago on nativity night.

hush, mo croidhe, hush.

sleep, mo croidhe, sleep.

each hill holds its fill o' white sheep.

three kings on their camels wi' treasure i see,

but love is the birth-gift my heart brings to ye.

sleep, mo croidhe, sleep.

rest, mo croidhe, rest.

each mother that beareth is blest.

hark, mother mary, look down as i pray,

and bless thee all childher at this ring o' day.

rest, mo croidhe, rest.