Santa Transport

Oh what a laugh it would have been if Daddy had only seen... Santa on a camel?




Well, I guess sleigh runners don't work so well in the desert.  I'm thinking maybe a pair of shorts though.

Mis Fit

The day felt like a shoe that become a half-size too small.  Everything was familiar and comfortable, yet nothing was as expected.

Morning drizzle drained all initiative so that breakfast ran into lunch. An early afternoon trip to the local version of Santa's Workshop left everyone damp and chilled to the bone. Though not quite ready for lunch, the thickening mist drove one and all to a local eatery for belly warming foods that led to heightened lethargy.

 Shuffling, half-hearted attempts at routine chores were soon abandoned in favor of favorite chairs that somehow failed to offer the expected comfort. Even the baby fussed with intuitive understanding that all was not as it should be.

Dinner was abandoned in favor of comforting drinks that drove one and all early to bed.

Perhaps the following dawn would see things as they ought to be.