HO HO HO. More poet's than one can shake a stick at.

The table is set with Batik cloth from one of Dave's travels.

The gifts have been opened with good cheer and merriment.

The stuffed turkey breast has 3 hours to go.

And the young'un is out on a photo shoot in the snow.

While I sit embued in Oscar de la Renta and read Ken Follett's

latest 'Winter of the World' with Emma the cat curled up in my lap

Early this morning, I heard a voice say, "Merry Christmas" to all, and

in words distinct, "I wish you joy, gratitude, serenity, interest, hope, pride,

amusement, inspiration, awe, and love". "And, to all a goodnight."

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