Merry Christmas and Everything Else!

The stockings are hung by the door with care.

The landing beacon and colored smoke are ready for deployment to signal Santa's insertion team.

I'm getting ready to bake and make a chicken for Christmas Eve dinner, but I wanted to take a moment before I get elbows deep in baking.

Merry Christmas, my darlings. Or Happy Holidays. Or a Blessed Ramadan. Or a Happy Kwanzaa. Yule is past, but a Blessed Yule to you as well. But most of all, I wish you happiness and peace and good will. You all rock my Casbah.

*smooch*

Peace out, my darlings. I've got a chicken to bake.