The best ‘Christmas Card’ in the sky ever seen could be viewed through my windows at quarter to three this morning. Something awoke me early, and I when I made my way out to the great room, it was flooded with a strange and lovely kind of light. A look outside the windows showed a huge silver moon, and stars ever so bright, one of them the brightest of all, recalling that one special night in Bethlehem to mind.
Even though the winds were high, Lake Huron to the west in my view looked like a huge moon-polished mirror.