Good Morning Gentle Readers,
I love this Christmas parody of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks. It distills the essence of that quiet few moments on Christmas Eve, when the stockings are stuffed and the gifts are arranged under the tree just so. The night is still and cold. The kids have knocked off the pretense of sleep and have actually succumbed to their visions of sugar plums. Santa has already been by the house and you're ready for down pillows and a comforter. But you sit for just a bit, admiring your handiwork. Merry Christmas, Indeed.
As Always,
TWC