One of my first memories of what Christmas should be was from a Currier & Ives cookie tin at my grandparents' home in Milford, Connecticut. I was a huge cookie fiend (nicknamed Sugar Bowl) so my parents and grandparents made sure to hide the cookies. I had been caught on more than one occasion waking up well before dawn and going on a cookie hunt. One morning close to Christmas I found that beautiful cookie tin - triiumph! In the light of the waking morning, I hid under my grandmother's gleaming cherry dining room table and ate cookie after cookie while examining the snowy scenes on the tin. It was likely one of the highlights of my childhood and etched upon my mind the beauty of a classic New England Christmas. Here are some scenes from New England Christmases through the years just for you:
Have yourself a very merry Christmas . . . from all of us at Chatham Ivy
