Sleep in heavenly peace

Jackson has become a lapdog. In the past he declined all invitations to join me on chair or couch, but then he started joining me on the bed, and now that I have a recliner he can barely wait for me to get the footrest up and locked so he can snuggle.

The shortest day of the year has been a cold and foggy one here. I welcome Jackson's body heat; Dozer and Rick enjoy the wood heat.

We should be in bed, but inertia has set in. I'm the only one awake now, enjoying the quiet and the Christmas lights. Silent night, except for the fireplace fan and heavy breathing from the two on the floor. Peace on earth, goodwill among men is easy to imagine. God rest ye, wherever you are.