Old Order Mennonite Memoirs
January 7, 2021
Like a blanket, you covered all the months that came before you and brought the year to an end. A misty, gray day was the knot that tied it all together. Though your nights were long with darkness, we chopped them shorter at both ends with lamp light indoors and packed your short days to the brim.
Although you did give us two balmy days in which I worked in my garden and greenhouse, most of your days resembled the winter which you are. Winter wasn't officially here, however, when you dumped nine inches of snow on us, much to the delight of little people. But was it a dream?...