Ecstatic Yuletide!

Merry Christmas! 

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday!

This is our baby in his Christmas sweater. Yes, it's true, we have become those people. He hates it. This face is saying to me, "Mama, why on the blessed earth would you force me to wear this indecent ensemble? It's just degrading." 

"But puppy, you look so cute in your sweater. So cute it hurts! And at least we didn't get the argyle one that Daddy wanted. Let me take your picture in front of the tree."

Bandit would like to ask that no one comment on his nose and the shininess you see there. He didn't have a chance to powder it today and he's a little sensitive about it. Safe topics for commenting: the sparkle in his eyes, the lovely reddish color of his winter coat (he grew it himself) and the way his sweater brings out the black in his eyes. 

Also up for discussion is the "scientist's" version of the Night Before Christmas. Check it out here. I'm pretty sure my sister and I are the only ones who think it's funny. 

I particularly like this line: The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective accommodations of repose...

And this one: Ecstatic Yuletide to the planetary constituency, and to the selfsame assemblage, my sincerest wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period between sunset and dawn.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Britt