Xmas in Pottersville
The stockings were hung over the... uh, gas heater with care...
I spent last Christmas and New Year's totally alone, so having my baby back for the holidays, while it may sound like something out of a tears-in-your-beer Christmas song, makes this one especially sweet.
Nothing makes Mrs. JP smile like getting a Stevie Ray Vaughan DVD.
She stood there for two and a half hours reading it before opening her next present. A true bibliophile.
I'll be having the kids over later today then Mrs. JP and I will have our annual Christmas feast. Merry Xmas to all my readers, especially those who made this one the best one, yet. You know who you are.