Looking into my crystal ball . . . . .

I see two people, sitting in front of a fire.  It's a crisp and cold night outside, but inside is all snug and warm.  Mouthwatering cooking smells waft past their noses, exciting their appetite after a day of walking in the sparkling powdery snow.  They are sitting, peacefully, glass in hand, listening to the crackel of the fire and the gentle, comforting tick of the grandaughter clock in the corner.  Tomorrow, the families arrive.  Christmas is just around the corner and the house is decorated in readiness.