When I was a kid, there was no more enjoyable time of the year than the week between Christmas and New Year’s. I had the six or seven days all to myself. On the farm there were still chores to perform: spreading straw in the barn for the cows, cutting firewood and sometimes cleaning house, but there were no endless hours in the hay field or mowing grass.
I spent my time reading, watching TV, exploring nearby woods and, occasionally, hunting.