All told, Christmas was lovely, except for the missing nephew and the preoccupied sister.

The children, as always, made it feel like CHRISTMAS.

There was a little trouble with the irridescent angel who was listing a bit from the top of the tree.

And for the first time in Hatch history I am sad to say the tv was on to check the football score. Why does this fill me with grief.

Also historic was the green surroundings of our Maine family dwellings. The weather, again, proved unseasonably warm.