When we got up Sunday morning there was a foot or more of light fluffy snow. Though the bulk of the storm was over, it continued to snow lightly for most of the day.
After breakfast, Sue had some things that she wanted to get done and I did all the prep work on a crock pot beef tips stew for dinner. I got it going by 10:30am so it had the whole day to cook as Sue and I got some of the decorating for the holidays done. She then made up a large batch of bird feed as gifts
for some of her friends. She used some grains and cranberry mixture held together with lard we had bought. She then used cookie cutter patterns to form small patties. My contribution to the effort was making the holes in them for hanging ribbons.
We bundled up and headed out about 2:30pm to Wagon Hill to do some snowshoeing. The overcast sky blending in with the stark white new fallen snow mixed with the different shades of gray trees topped with snow was spectacular as we plowed through a foot of light snow. Sue got some wonderful pictures of the fields as well as along the shoreline of the Great Bay Estuary.
After putting the snowshoes, poles, and other gear away, I got a fire going in the fireplace. I put Sue's Jim Brickman Christmas CD on, and we listed to that as we strung some lights on the tree and placed a few other decorations around.
Because we were having that crock pot beef dish for dinner, I opened what turned out to be a plesant bottle of Chilean Aresti Pinot Noir, and we sat down for some relaxing backgammon. While we played, I put the 1977 Edward Asner movie, The Gathering on in the background. This is sort of a tradition for me as I've watched this movie every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas since 1977.
After dinner, we watched the rather disapointing 2012 movie, The Hunger Games. Not real sure what all the hoopla about this movie was.... I remember a similar themed story from the 1932 novel, The Most Dangerous Game, which was made into a movie a couple of different times, I believe. Regardless, I found The Hunger Games to be a little predictable and run of the mill. But that's just me.