Merry Christmas!

"It's an old legend, that on Christmas Eve at midnight, all the animals fall on their knees and speak -- praising the new born Jesus. Back in the winter of '68, my Dad was doing a short term for D and D. Mom was -- I'm not sure where Mom was. Anyway, I was home alone on Christmas Eve and I stayed up late to see if my dog, Buster, would talk. He did -- at least I think he did. I don't remember Buster's exact words, but that's not important. What matters is that a seven-year old boy experienced his own personal epiphany. My point? It's that Christmas reveals itself to each of us in a personal way -- be it secular or sacred. Whatever Christmas is -- and it's many things to many people -- we all own a piece of it. Kinda like Santa's bag, inside there's a gift for everyone. My Christmas wish for you tonight -- may your dog talk."
(quote from Northern Exposure--my dad has never done time and my mom has never been MIA on Christmas Eve. also--I wasn't around in '68. And I've never had a dog named Buster).

I thank each end every one of you who has stopped by, commented, followed, linked back, etc. and put up with my rambling. I wish each of you a happy Christmas, whatever that may be for you. I hope you find peace in your hearts and love in your homes. I hope you find time for snuggles and cozy mugs of cocoa, and endless opportunities for smiles and laughter. Merry Christmas! See you soon!