As sad as it is. I’m calling it a Christmas. Sitting on the couch, listening to my Christmas jazz playlist, and just finished my last Christmas Artbook.
The girls and I had dinner together. I started a fire and let the girls roast marshmallows and make s’mores as we watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I treated myself to a nice nog and Coke.
Now it’s time to turn off the tree, shake my blues, hit the hay, and carpe diem.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy. Merry Christmas!
