|Christmas Kitten says "merry, merry," or was what meow?|
Comings and going at Logan tomorrow. Decent weather, still. The Pats won today after a fingernail-chewing first half. Food is under control, presents under the tree.
The first Christmas I remember, in Parsons, Kansas, I got a little toy cooking pot filled with pink mints. Odd the gifts one remembers. We also got a chocolate turkey and carved a slice off him every day. My juvenile mind didn't understand why we couldn't just eat the whole thing. Memory is weird, as Proust will tell you. For 2,000 pages he can tell you. Joyeux Noel, and Merry Christmas to all.