On the 8th Day of Christmas...

Hello! Ivy Rochester here.
It is now my turn to write something for the blog!
I wasn't sure what to write, so I decided to share a snippet of what my day has looked like so far.
Our parents had left for a trip to town this morning, leaving me and my brothers home.
The following is what happened earlier this afternoon:


"In the bleak mid winter, frosty wind did moan...”
I shivered, and continued to stare out the frosty windowpane. “Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.”
“Bemoaning the cold, sister dear?”
I turned around and saw my big brother leaning in the entryway of our living room; steaming coffee mug in hand.
“Oh, hi Caleb. No, just singing to myself. The song perfectly fits the weather today.”
He straightened and wandered across the room to look over my head out the window. “Minus the snow falling upon snow part.”
I nodded slowly and sighed. “True. I wish it would snow. Everything is so much prettier when there’s snow.”
He grunted in agreement, and took a sip of his coffee. “It’s -7 degrees outside.”
I groaned. “It should be illegal for the temperature to run this low.”
“That’s 18 degrees, if we were in America.”
I furrowed my brow in thought. “It doesn’t sound so bad when it’s in Fahrenheit—”
Right then, my twin entered the room and our conversation simultaneously. “Santa called! He wants the North Pole’s weather back.”
I turned and stood up from my seat on the window seat. “It wouldn’t surprise me if he did.”
“It would me,” Caleb mumbled, sipping his coffee again. “if “Santa” called...”
I threw him a disgusted look. “It’s a joke, big bro. Of course we don’t think—”
Aaron plopped onto the couch and leaned forward to steal a cookie from the abundance of the platter on the coffee table. “Gosh, didn’t mean to start a Santa debate...”
I grinned. “Don’t worry about it. Besides—” I wandered over and grabbed my own cookie. “We don’t have snow. I doubt it would go over well at the North Pole if there wasn’t any snow.”
Caleb set his mug on the fireplace mantle, and studied the barometer that hung next to our family portrait. “Hmm...It’s forecasting a change in barometric pressure. The humidity level is rising, so we may well have snow by tomorrow evening.”
Aaron leaned back on the couch pillows and grinned. “Who needs weather men when we’ve got a magic weather guesser, and the sage announcer, Caleb Rochester?”
Caleb shook his head. A grin was not on his face, but it sparkled in his eyes nonetheless. “Magic nothing. It notes the level of pressure—”
I laughed. “I would hope he knew how it worked, Caye…” I winked at my twin. “He built it.”
Aaron shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, but it was really easy.”
Caleb grinned. “Easy, he says!”
“Aye, easy says I.”
I laughed. “Ok you two, enough of this; who’s up for a game of Risk?”
They both perked up at the mention of one of their favorite strategic board games.
I nodded in satisfaction. “I thought so. I’ll get it. Aaron, please clear the cookies?”
He eyed the scrumptious delicacies, and slowly nodded his head. “I can do that.”
Caleb hurried over and scooped the plate up before Aaron had the chance to grab it. “Ohh no you don’t. She meant; clear the platter from the table—” He waved his index finger in front of Aaron’s nose. “Not the cookies from the platter.”


It's not exactly a complete scene, but I hope you enjoyed reading!
I think I just heard the truck pull up, so I'd better go see if I can help my parents with the groceries...
Laters!


Thanks Ivy.
Only four days to go now, until Epiphany!
That means four more posts until the 12 Days of Christmas come to an end.
I hope you are enjoying these posts so far!

God bless,

Megan


In the Bleak Mid Winter - written by Christina Rossetti - Written by memory.