It's funny how a little thing like getting married to a guy from Wisconsin, a 7 hour drive from Indiana, can put such a kink in all your holidays. While I enjoyed spending Christmas with Ott, E and his family amongst the land of dairy farms, cheese trays and Packer fans. Nothing compares to a country Christmas back home in Fulton County, Indiana.
I recall waking up early on Christmas morning and opening the gifts Santa had left us as well as those from my parents. Then we would get dressed and pile into the car and head to my maternal grandparents house for Breakfast. They lived in the same town but it was about a 7 mile drive.
During the winter months all the sheep were kept on my grandparents farm. While they are all out on pasture in the fall months, come December they would be brought up to the barn. Our flock has their baby's in late January early February, so by bringing them up to the barn we could keep a closer eye on them and give them extra shelter when the lambs are born.
Regardless what day it was morning chores were always done before breakfast. So I knew my grandfather would be up bright and early to do chores prior to us arriving. I love the look of white snow against their big red barn. And I always think how warm and cozy the sheep must be out in the snow with their wool fleeces. Our breed of sheep, Shropshires, can grow about 3 inches of wool in one year.
Grandma would have a big breakfast for us and then it was time to exchange gifts with them. Their farmhouse would be all decorated for Christmas and I smile every time I recall these fond memories.
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