In which it's Christmas Eve....

None of that "White Christmas" stuff here, thanks to winter storm Gemini. We were very, very lucky to be well into the warm sector of the storm, but while we were enjoying 68F, northern NY and New England (including my ancestor Hitty's home state of Maine) got whalloped with a nasty ice storm.

We're all hoping everyone gets their power back on for Christmas....





Meanwhile, back here....

Me: Don't you look festive?

Cat: Prepare to die.....

Shel: And when Ebenezer Scrooge looked around, who did he see but the ghost of his late partner, Bob Marley....

John-John: Wait. Is that right?









Tiny Hitty Caroline: So are we leaving Santa milk and cookies?

Samantha: No way. A big fat guy who's driving all night isn't going to want milk and cookies.

Tiny Hitty Emeliee: So what are we leaving him?

Samantha: A huge pot of coffee.

The Woodlee girls and friends: We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year....

Leonora: ...as he whistled and shouted and called them by name: On Dasher, on Dancer....

Tiny Hitty Caroline: Wait. What about Rudolph?

Leonora: He didn't join the team until the 1930s.

Robin: There. That should do it. That's the last ornament back on.

Tiny Hitty Emeliee: Did we find all of them?

Samantha: I think so.

Me: The cat stays in the bedroom from now on.

Sohalia: So this is a poinsettia?














JT: I think I like this better as a doll. I don't have to do all the shopping.

Val: You don't have to wait until Christmas Eve to shop, you know.

JT: Yeah, actually, you do. It's part of the Guy Code.

Val: Humans are weird.

So, from all of us to all of you...

Merry Christmas!