And what better thing to do after a good dose of “sliding” and making “Ice-men” but to go home and sit in front of the fire drinking hot chocolate. While I didn’t play in any of the reindeer games, when I got to my home, my cheeks were rosy and my body tired from trudging in my heavy boots (see Alaska) and trying not to fall. I was cold from the damp walk home and as I took off my boots, hung my coat, I could hear the kettle whistle. I sat on the hearth, drank my tea and looked at our bare Christmas tree. Immediately I was 10 years old again, sitting in front of the fireplace at 405 Hudson Drive, hot chocolate in hand.