With Christmas waffles still digesting and a second load of dishes washing, I'm struck by what a damn fine Christmas it has been around these parts. A little dreary in the weather department, but a time full of love, family and friends, outrageously good eats, jingle bell dog torture* and so much joy. I feel utterly blessed and so very lucky.
|You can formally blame Mr. T for the astounding|
number of close-ups you're about to see. Mr. Man got
me the macro lens I've been coveting for years!
Hope your holiday has been lovely, too. Happy, happy Christmas to you and yours!
* Don't worry. No Goliaths were physically harmed during the making of this Christmas merriment. He may or may not harbor ill will towards me and my collar-n-paws jingle bells though.
P/S Given recent violence and loss, I feel a bit chagrined at my enjoyment this week. My thoughts and prayers go out to those who are grieving and living through a bittersweet holiday season.
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