The humbug season

So far, the season has started quietly. Grandma put the lights on the little--but growing-- tree at the end of the driveway, and across the porch. Used to be Papa's chore, but things do change. And now the inside tree is up and being decorated as I write. Bah.

Yesterday Grandma and Molly took the boys on the Candy Cane train from Bath to Wiscasset, which features Santa Claus, stories, and cheerleaders as the elves. Very Maine. And that reminds me, it is time for the Maine Christmas carol. You'll remember this, right?
Bob Marley's "Christmas in Maine."