Posted by on Dec 15, 2020 | 18 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I  was just lying here on my couch remembering the Christmases we have had in Italy with our family there and our genuine, good-smelling little (with emphasis on ‘little’) tree and mama’s ancient ornaments from her family and I was feeling a bit morose about whether Santa was even bothering to visit this year.

I don’t want or need ANYTHING, but kitties can’t have a glass of Christmas cheer, so I was just feeling a little melancholy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Santa, or even Ms Claws, may not show up anywhere, for that matter, because everything is so out of kilter, whatever that is.

So I’m just ruminating on getting used to a totally different 24th, which is when we celebrate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT? What did you say, mama?  

I have little package from Mya?

HEY, maybe it will help to get me out of this funk…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, it worked, and right now I am ignoring those ‘nanas, because under my paws is a PURPLE-FEATHERED-BRIGHT-GREEN-SILVER-SHINY MOUSE/BIRDIE and that’s enough for me this year.

My spirits are lifted, merci, Mya!

But I still have to wrap mama’s and papa’s little something, with emphasis on ‘little’, haha.

Hey, at least now I have the energy!

Uh, oh, where did I put that wrapping stuff…..