I don’t remember exactly where this one came from. I may have co-opted it from the many gifts my wife has received over her years as a preschool teacher. It may have come with a packet of cocoa mix or a fake poinsettia, or both. What I do know is that I’m a sucker for classic church-in-small-town scenes, especially when the setting is winter. Add in the horse-drawn carriage and I want to paint myself into the picture.

It’s not quite Currier and Ives, but it’s close enough for me. This mug lives in a drawer at work for eleven months a year, but every December it helps make my Christmas season brighter.