Welp! Here it is, 12:20 a.m. on Christmas morning, and I still have four gifts to wrap. Guess I'd better get on the stick, don't you think? Those presents aren't going to wrap themselves. I suppose I can fill a stocking for The Pony as well. This just doesn't seem like Christmas this year, after foregoing the Christmas Eve party at the home of my sister the ex-mayor's wife. No games for me to win (much to the chagrin of all other competitors), no finger foods, no wine-tasting contest, no gift-unwrapping.
It's just me and Farmer H and The Pony. Not many gifts. Not many dishes for Christmas dinner. Still, I am very happy to have The Pony here with us, even though I miss Genius terribly. Genius adds a little spice. You never know who his sharp humor may be carving next. He gets me laughing until I can't stop, even when I'm the victim being skewered. The Pony gives me a chuckle, and labored breathing, but nothing quite as hysterical as with Genius.
Okay. Time to tackle those gifts and stocking. Merry Christmas to all!