Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Christmas Story by Micah
Warm and cozy thoughts for your Christmas celebration. We wish you a Merry Christmas filled with family, friends and fun. And whatever your faith, we hope you will remember the reason for the celebration.
We want to thank all of you for the beautiful cards of one type or another.(email, snail mail, Jib Jab, Jacquie Lawson, Smilebox, SloppyKiss, etc.). We have enjoyed every one of them and are grateful for your friendship and kindness. We have emailed several lists of bloggers the above card and hope you received yours. If not, grab the one above. If you'd like a copy fit for print, we'd be happy to email you one.
Before we finish this post, Micah has a Christmas Eve story for you.
Thank you. I'd like to tell you something that happened last night. With Red aka Little Puppy No Name here, Jan gets up several times a night to put him outside to pee. She opens the screen door, puts Red down, gives him a slight push and closes the door very quickly. Red runs down the steps, takes a quick pee and races back up to be let inside. For this, she doesn't even bother to put on a robe.
About 2:30 this morning, Buddy got up and made it clear he wanted to go out. Jan got up, threw on her robe, went back to the bed, picked up Red who was curled up in a ball sleeping soundly, and proceeded to take him out. Buddy detoured to the kitchen for a drink of water.
It was c-o-l-d! Jan opened the door, put Red down, gave his butt a push, and heard yelping from the bedroom. She had not put Red outside. It was ME!
And I didn't want to be outside. I am the house cat someone dumped last fall and I do not want to be outside. I didn't have to pee either. At least not until the moment the cold air hit me and I realized I was outside - alone - in the dark..
I ran down the steps and across the dog pen. I didn't know where to hide. Jan flew out the door and came after me, but I kept stopping and starting, trying not to panic. Finally, I was swooped up in Jan's arms and carried up the steps and deposited inside the door. Jan couldn't come in with me. You see, while chasing me in the dark, she'd stepped in dog poop. So first she had to remove her slipper. She hobbled inside on her heel so she wouldn't get the whole sock dirty, put the shoe down on newspaper, went into the bedroom to pluck Red from off the bed where he was screaming because he was alone, put him and Buddy outside, and went into the kitchen to clean the slipper over the trash.
Just as she reached the area of the trash can and cleaning supplies, her heel got soaked. Yep, she'd stepped in cat puke. Hooray for whichever kitty scored; I will be eternally in your debt. '
I hope you learned your lesson, Jan. Don't get up until you wake up!
Now back to our Christmas post.
We wanted a Christmas song to end our post. We chose Cloverton's video of "Hallelujah, The Christmas Version." We are sure at least some of you will enjoy it.
If the video doesn't play, click here.