Christmas Eve

My wife has an open house for family and friends every year on Christmas Eve. She spends all day cooking and baking, heaven on earth to her way of thinking. I was gratified for her sake by all who braved a cold, snowy night to come by. Christmas jammies from Nana are another of her traditions. The Little Rat Pack hammed it up by playing"what do you want for Christmas" for the crowd. In my extreme youth I used to say I wasn't afraid of anything that stood upright and didn't bay at the moon. I would spend all day chasing the "reddish-brown chicken like game bird of the upland and forest edge". Or wade an icy cold stream trying to sneak up on what we called summer ducks down in Alabama(wood ducks to you Yankees). Not bragging, just sayin'. Now my heart stops at an irregular breath as they nap. I would rather play Candyland than bother the local bird life. Old age comes as a slowly descending mantle, but a comfortable one none the less. My daughter caught Ethan and me when we tried to hide in the back of the house and watch "Frosty the Snowman" You can see who has the remote. Anyway from a well and contented Granddad and the Little Rat Pack, wishes for a joyous and prosperous New Year to you all.

From my crew to yours "HAPPY CHRISTMAS!"

Seek and ye shall find him

Kind of a strange week wasn't it? It is almost as if someone has thrown the doors to the asylum wide open. I'm pretty much non political by nature. It always amazes me when people are upset that a politician acts likes a politician. Palin kills a caribou and it outrages some media types. The only thing that bothers me is Bill Maher called it a moose. Research my boy. key to everything. Tuition goes up and protesters attack the oft-times misunderstood Prince of Wales and his Duchess. Like that will fix anything. Then tonight I see that some Iranian groups are upset that the US Navy sometimes refers to the Persian Gulf as the Arabian Gulf.I want to beat my head on the wall 'cause it's gonna feel so good when it quits hurting.I go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. There sitting on the floor register is 2 1/2 year old Ethan. Warm air is blowing all around him. I ask what are you doing. He looks at me like that is the silliest question he has ever heard. "I warming my pants Granddad". Serious as hell. You see instead of being upset at things that either don't concern me or I can't change,I should have been sitting on the kitchen floor with the one guy who knew what he was doing. I love you me little man.