Christmas morning at 7 am. Not a creature is stirring, except for the big cat that is laying in my lap as I type this.

Still dark, still cold, still…still. Snow is gently falling and you can actually hear it hit the ground it’s so quiet here. In a hour or so the rest of the house will waken and Christmas will start in full force. Gifts to open, a turkey that needs stuffing – all the happy hustle and bustle of a day with family.

But for now, I’ll just go out and listen to the snow fall.