Xmas in Pottersville

     This is the first Xmas at my current residence in which we had a real-honest-to-God tree. I'm still peeling sap off my body.

     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.

     

     There's none of Popeye this year. I got him a plastic cane full of cat toys and I'd impregnated them with cat nip last night. By this morning, he was in an especially homicidal frenzy and was moving too fast.

     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.