It's snowing; so I will give Christmas a thought. There. Done. Must have been a passing thought.
Looks as if we might have a few days of Indian Summer coming up. That means I can push Xmas to the back of my mind again.
All I want for Christmas this year is for my little dog to make it so that she can have her special dinner of bacon, sausage, and liver. She's seventeen, blind and deaf, and a tad wobbly on her pins. But there's still bounce in the old girl.
Oh, and I want the usual: a tree I can smoke.
