"Twas the night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring - not even a panther."
Tav Falco shares his Christmas with outsideleft...
Tav Falco: Christmas in a cabin deep in the Ouachita Mountains where I go every year to celebrate the Nativity under a frosty tree.
riding back to the cabin
Firstly, I bake traditional Viennese Vanilla Kipferl cookies for my mother, Rita, to enjoy.
rolling' out the dough
viennese vanilla kipferl
viennese kipferl cookies ready for mom
Then to tidy up the grounds, I go rake oak leaves and Crepe Myrtle twigs into a big burning pile.
panther burning leaves
There is always more work to be done at Christmas in Arkansas. That means running the locomotive up and down the line on my railroad - the last steam engine train that don't do nothing but run and blow.
through the tunnel
time to ride
Then to blow off a little more steam, I contemplate taking my Norton for a brisk ride before the Eastern Star rises in the wintry sky... and to all, a good night.
photos by Via Estela 2016
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