Rest ye merry

Morning breaks...

Yali repeatedly screech-screaming like a ring wraith around the house...

...Patience cleaning the bathrooms in rollerblades...

...Oxear off work piecing together the Christmas tree to Elmer's curated Christmas playlist...

...kids chasing each other through the house laugh-screaming...

...while I'm down in the basement sorting laundry beneath the angry cat face meowing indignantly at me from the hole in the ceiling... that is her kingdom...

...back upstairs where Yali is dancing around wearing a full laundry basket over his head...

...start placing an Amazon order where Puck has left six million dollars worth of sports memorabilia and diamond earrings and truckloads of printer paper in my cart as a joke...

We're out for a few run-arounds in the afternoon which might have included two separate stops for iced Christmas cookies... taking the snowman's head off in one bite... leads to conversation between Oxbear and myself such as... “If cannibals were eating you... would you prefer them to start with your feet or your head?”... which leads to various pros and cons to both options until I've grossed myself out enough to save the other half of the cookie for later...

It's a movie night down in Pevely... so after the fam has been bratwurst-ed and chicken-strips-ed up...

...I'm down there with about half the sibling gang for an authentic VHS viewing of “Babe” and extensive discussion on horrible car crashes...