The snowfall began early the next morning, as Alexandra predicted. Despite the warnings of snowfall amounts being measured in feet instead of inches, Anastasia and Lucian went to work decorating the estate for Christmas. They strung together lights around the perimeter and accented the entry way with lighted Christmas trees. They placed holiday wreaths at the entrance and another Christmas tree in the foyer. And they hung stockings Anastasia had knitted herself.
"I have to hand it to you, Annie," Lucian began over hot porridge. "The house looks great and the festival is coming along nicely."
"I wanted to tell you, thanks for your help with the house," Anastasia whispered.
"Anytime," Lucian smiled. "I figured this was right up your alley."
The Beryl Lane Festival Grounds had been transformed into a veritable winter wonderland, complete with snowboarding, an ice rink, and a photo booth. Since, despite the blizzard warnings, festival chairwoman Anastasia had determined the festival would go on as scheduled, accommodations were provided for festival employees, and a concession stand was provided for festival goers who would be supplied with plenty of hot chocolate.
Meanwhile, despite the twelve-degree temperatures, Alexandra and Patrick decided to go play some tackle football in the backyard. "1967, Ice Bowl, Dallas Cowboys versus the Green Bay Packers. Bart Starr goes back... he throws..." Alexandra called to Patrick.
"You're Boyd Dowler, you're supposed to catch the ball!"
"Well I would," Patrick laughed, "if you wouldn't throw so damn hard!"
No comments:
Post a Comment