
Tuesday morning, the house was back to 48 degrees. Colby went to work and I spent the day keeping the fire going. You can just call me little pioneer woman - I had no idea how much work it would be to try and keep a house warm. I burned through a truckload of firewood, but the house was a whopping 52 degrees - Success! Luckily, I am married to a very smart man. He had figured out a way to hook the generator up to the furnace. He took a cord, cut off one end, hooked up the wires and plugged in the furnace - HEAT! I have never been so grateful in all my life (even though I was looking forward to the Marriott). Early the next morning, the power was on, but then back off again a couple of hours later. We ended up having a beautiful, quiet (no Christmas music, tree lights, etc.) Swedish Christmas dinner (we have a gas range) and Christmas Eve night. Christmas morning came and was wonderful. Santa found our house, even without any lights, and the kids were happy. I was amazed at how well the kids handled our little trial. Many of their presents didn't get delivered to our house, yet their attitudes remained positive and happy. I am so greatful for a warm house, lights and a happy, healthy family. 













God Jul!