Old Town. Dusk, and paper bags and sand and candles. Luminaria. Dinner, dessert and friends. Bosque at night. Wake up. Cold. No Santa, not really. Coffee. Christmas cookies, for breakfast. A ride along the Rio Grande. Sand. Low pressures, no pressure. Goatheads no problem. Central Ave– Route 66. Mud; poke with a stick. Home. Kill some chickens. Oven. Soon, a feast. Merry etc.