This craft piece takes center place on my mantel each holiday season.
It makes me feel good.
Sometimes I’m tempted to leave it up all year round.
One year I propped “JOY” in the window when I took this picture of our one-horse-open sleigh. At the time, we had a pair of matched Belgiun horses—though we only needed one for pulling. I remember the utter silence of “dashing through the snow” on a crisp, wintry evening and hearing nothing but the tinkling of sleigh bells.
In 1992, we posed around the sleigh after taking turns riding through the fields. From l. to r: Debra, Austin, Russ, my father Reginald Carpenter, Tom, Robin, Randy. Mel and I are seated, as is our Newfoundland, Beaumont. We still have the sleigh and harness, but not the Belgian horses.