The Perfect Christmas

While going over the river and through the woods to the Out-Laws house for Turkey Day, my wife and I shared our dreams for the perfect Christmas. Here is mine.

We park the car on a dead end street in the middle of a darkening wood. After loading up our needs in our backpacks we cross country ski a flat mile or so to a rustic cabin or yurt overlooking a small lake and fields in the forest. After I get the fire started we share a simple yet elegant meal and several glasses of wine and other libations. We play light classical music, perhaps I play my backpacker guitar. Lynn sings Carols. After our meal has digested, we go for a midnight ski around the lake. It is cold and dark, but invigorating, with a bright full moon lighting up the wintery landscape. In the distance, I can see the glowing cabin and the smoke rising from the chimney; the only non-natural things visible.

The next morning we share presents after rising late. It’s cold out so we stay in for most of the day reading, enjoying each others company, and listening to soft music. In the afternoon we go for a short walk or ski and collect pine bows to make wreaths and we decorate the cabin. We pass another evening much like the one prior. Perhaps friends drop by the next day, also skiing in. They bring several bottles of great wine and we play games. There is no TV, there is no electricity. At night, we have gas lamps and candles.

We pass one more day and night this way and on the fourth day we ski back out and home.

Lynn’s dream was similar to this one, except snowmobiles took the place of skiing.

Ah, if only…………..