Silent Night

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even to go to a party. And boy, were they happy. Yes, even though we are invited to something, we are staying in this evening. I am so thrilled. I even had baklava all baked and ready to go, but when Paul said, "Hey, let's skip it tonight," my response was very little hey-I-got-ready-for-this and almost completely oh-are-you-serious-I-love-you-for-saying-that. So I am in my jammy bottoms and a t-shirt and I am planning to start knitting myself a new lacy shawl with some silk yarn that has been calling to me. He's outside playing with the cows (actually, I think he said he was moving hay so they'd have something to eat), but he should be in soon. We can sit by the fire and not do anything that we don't deem worthy of the effort required to rise from the couch. Pure heaven.

I wish for all of you a Christmas Eve so exactly suited to your desires. Merry Christmas!