It was a lovely Christmas after all; the children (eleven in all four families) put on a pageant at the end of the day. Pamela is dressed as St. Lucia, complete with candles in her crown, and she offers her hospitality in the form of chocolate chip cookies. My kind of saint.
Many of the kiddies read poems or Christmas prayers, one read a story; Anna played a haunting Christmas song on the flute, Thomas played the recorder, and Daniel played something called a "pipe dream" which is sort of like a xylophone made out of pipes. Very neat.
Now to the New Year: Love is Murder is just around the corner, and while I work on regaining my strength for that fine event, I shall do a few more wonderful interviews with the people who write the best books in the world: MYSTERIES.