Snow falls on a chilly Saturday morning as a small town prepares for a Christmas celebration.
The flag flies proudly among the flakes above the village homes.
Nestled in the Ohio valley among three rivers, a little spot on the map that has seen much history...
Dressed in bows and greenery to celebrate this most joyous season.
Snow covering all, silently, magically.
Soon the streets will be filled with families. Children laughing and shouting with glee.
Dancing and singing and all that Christmas brings to a small village will be celebrated.
Parades and carriage rides, candy canes and cocoa and rosy windblown cheeks...
and of course the Master of Ceremonies, Santa himself.
Have a snugly Sunday, P.
P.S. You don't know how hard I had to restrain myself not to make a comment on that adorable fireman...I know, I know, I need to grow up. But really, what fun would that be?