“I am so disappointed!” says Maribeth LaFave of Alexandria.
“What happened to tradition?” asks Valerie Mayes of Harrisonburg, Va.
They feel as if they are hallucinating. Something is not right. Something is missing.
“It used to be right here,” says Chris Marks of Ellicott City.
He points to a patch of yellow sod in the cold shadows beyond the winking tree.
Like an unmarked grave, the sod covers the masonry fire pit where the national yule log used to burn every December. The National Park Service called it “Ye Olde Yule Log.” For more than 50 years, it was one of the quirky miracles of holiday Washington.