Nollaig Credheil--a day late

I'm one of those in the forum who wears the kilt a couple times a week, when occasions seem "special." Christmas Eve provided two such opportunities.

Here in Flagstaff we are at 7,000 foot altitude, in the midst of the world's second-largest Ponderosa Pine forest. The storm just before Christmas provided two feet of lovely snow, so my wife Marsha and I went snowshoe hiking. Marsha is holding the camera--we didn't want to try a timer shot in the thick snow!


The kilt is a SWK wool shadow tartan, which kept me as warm and happy as our dog, Duke, who has his own thick wool coat.


That evening, Marsha and I hosted the Christmas-Eve worship at our church, which is called The Journey. Our friends Greg and Sheila (pictured below) sang a hymn in Navajo, and our folk band played carols on hammered dulcimer. Marsha is wearing her Campbell plaid skirt, and I switched into my Kathy Lare Mackintosh tartan, with more formal touches.


It was a lovely Christmas Eve.