My daughter has made a Christmas tableau; here is a detail:

When I drew the curtains this morning, I saw this:

More snow.  Six inches in the night, a white Christmas.  Some of us — actually, the one who is about six inches tall — went back to bed.

It certainly looks nice from the bedroom.

But I generally stay inside on Christmas Eve.  We have shut the bird cage; not that he goes out much in wintertime, but we don’t want him to chew through the tree light cables.  Yes, Germans, we use electric lights on our tree.  Sorry about that.  I’ve never understood why bare candle flames wouldn’t set the tree on fire, though.  Norwegians, who all have wooden houses, are always very worried about fire.

Now it’s five o’clock on Christmas Eve and all the church bells are ringing.  Merry Christmas.