December 25th, birth of our Saviour, and usually started with a trip to church and a big breakfast. This year, we had a blizzard strike on Christmas Eve. Nathan, middle grandson, could not come to join us for the evening and night.... and it took all we had to keep the animals alive and well. In the morning, we could not get up the drive. We used all but one bale of hay that we had laid in this week, so tomorrow morning, instead of after Christmas sales, we'll get up and go in search of hay and straw in the van with no heater.