The sky was on fire when I ran inside to get the camera. By the time I got back out to take some pictures, it had cooled to this beautiful pink. I love the way the palm tree is silhouetted against the sky.
What you can’t see, but I can hopefully describe now, is how the entire sky cast a soft pink glow down on the entire world from the mountains, to our house, to the street in front of it.
Hrm. It’s not the same, but if you were lucky, maybe you got to see something like it with your own eyes tonight.
(Click the image to go to Flickr where you can embiggen and see a couple other shots I took.)


And just like that, it’s Christmas Eve. Gifts are wrapped, meals are prepared, the gingerbread house is waiting for our unique brand of mayhem ("Hey, let’s make it a crackhouse this year!" Anne said, because we just can’t do much of anything in a "traditional" way, which is just fine with me.)