This year Hannah, Matt, and I headed to Boston for a good old-fashioned Yankee Christmas (I do not even know what that means but I like the sound of it)
It was hard NOT to draw conclusions from the size of the stocking loot
After a Christmas brunch, we drove out to the Crane Preserve in Ipswich for a little hike
But instead we wound up climbing a hill
And explored a massive 2,100 acre compound built by an industrialist family (the Cranes) in the 1920s. Since it was Christmas day we had the place to ourselves and we (okay, I) felt like landed gentry surveying our estate
2 poolhouses, no pool (it was filled in years ago)
What a dump
After a minor detour through a bog (no estate is complete without one), we made our way back to the beach
Farewell, sweet manse...
Needless to say this had us feeling very Downton Abbey, so we went straight home, started a marathon, and barely moved from the couch for the rest of the day.