for our first christmas here in mabel it was quiet, though lovely. cc tugged his small hessian sack around for most of the morning, holding his woodlands playmobile set. he tore the woodland box open with a cc style woop and set out the deer, squirrels and trees in neat rows. they were carried to the table for our turkey dinner. cc then serenaded me and his pa on his tin harmonica as the tunes of louis prima filled mabel's rooms. it was a simple, merry, nova scotian christmas, as our thoughts, and festive toasts, were made to family and friends all around the world.