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Christmas Party at the Farm

Today was an interesting day.  At the invitation of some friends, we joined them at their farm for a bit of Christmas good time.  There were about 30 people at this party---maybe get-together would be a bit more descriptive---and we knew only 3 or 4 of the total.  We got to talk to a number of interesting people, young and old, not sure of rich and poor.
The family that invited us have doing this get-together for many many years--like 40 or so; and it is one of those deals that seems to be handed down from generation to generation.  The second generation was in charge, but the third generation was certainly in attendance and acting all the part of apprentices.  So, you can see where it is going.
There was the host and hostess who own the Farm, there were their children and their friends.  There were friends who run other businesses in the area, and on and on.  No one was dull and lacking an opinion on local politics and the direction things are headed.
What made this get-together especially interesting is that it began at 6:30 in the morning, deep inside the farm, in a grove of trees. Today was chilly as the temperature never got above 37 degrees, but it was clear and no rain.  A warm fire cheered things up and also provided the heat for cooking the breakfast, which if wondered, was the centerpiece of the morning.
Also unusual was that arriving at the party, no one could see much of the other people as it was dark, but within the hour, dawn began to break and there they all were.
Breakfast was coffee, beignets, scrambled eggs, fried potatos, sausage kolaches and a lot of good people.
Druids we were---for a brief time.

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