Sitting in front of the fireplace tonight, after a traditional Christmas Eve dinner of shrimp pasta. Thinking about Christmas's past and Christmas celebrations going on far away. The last of the presents have been wrapped and it's almost time to dive into bed. I am going to see if I can dial in a dream from Christmas of 1966 when Dottie and I snuck out of our beds in the middle of the night and went in to look at the splendor that was the tree with presents underneath. That might have been the year I got a play-set that included nail polish and blue eye shadow. All I know for sure it is was wonderful.
Sending out to each of you that happy feeling that is Christmas morning when you are a kid.