No need to feel alone on Christmas Eve when we have our Grandkitty Oliver as our guest. We have been amused by his antics of dashing through the house (without a one-horse open sleigh, mind you), sitting on top of our various body parts while purring up a (snow)storm, and helping us with the unwrapping of the gifts we've just exchanged with each other. He's one jolly, robust fellow.
Soon we will make our way to the candlelight Christmas Eve service at church, but before we go I want to wish you all the merriest of Christmases. May you be filled with the wonder of a small Babe who was born in a manger and came to bring Light into to a world of darkness. I'd like to think that in that stable where He was born, a playful little cat much like Oliver paused his antics for a bit to look inside the cradle knowing that with His birth, the world would be forever changed.