Here's the image we came up with for our Christmas -- no, not "Holiday" -- cards. It's a closely cropped shot of Tiny at the kitchen window with one of last year's Christmas (that word again!) cards on the sill to the left. She was staring at a glass bauble from our street-treasures collection on the counter off camera. Last year's Christmas card featured a salt ship at Eastern Salt across the street framed by our light-bedecked fence. The year before, we launched our blog with the politically prescient -- see John Gibson's The War on Christmas -- "The tidings that dare not speak their name" featuring a portrait of our Home Sweet Home in Chelsea-by-the-Sea transformed by the magic of Christmas lights along the fencetops, in the windows and on the tree.
While George W. was wowing the troops and leaving the nattering nabobs of negativity in the dust this morning with a rousing why-we-fight speech whose bottom line was "Americans want two things in Iraq. They wanna see our troops win, and they wanna see them come home," we were keeping the homefires burning, going through hundreds of digital images of the last year to find the perfect one to express our seasonal -- CHRISTMAS! -- greetings to family and friends. We've got a keeper.
Now into production.