Merry Christmas to all, particularly any of you with enough time on your hands to post photos four days before Christmas. I'm pretty much ready for the holiday, besides of course any kind of food preparation that might be expected of me. I can't really get into that sort of thing, I prefer to languish around in the hope that some kind neighbor will show up with a plate of frosted cookies. And then, I can always rely on Charles to procure some sort of meaty dish when he realizes all his wife has the inspiration for is broccoli. That said, I may make traditional palacinkas Christmas morning.
And, in case you were worried, that ghostly thing in the foreground of the last diptych is not the Ghost of Christmas Past, but a glow-in-the-dark Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton Ike was trying to get into the photo.
P. S. Here's our Christmas card—Christ is born!