Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve. It doesn't feel like it. I was woken up today by my fat cat puking on the end of my bed. I decided that was a sign from God to go back to sleep. I managed to stay in bed until approximately 3 pm. Dad and Seth are out being Santa and Elf, so it's just mom, myself, and the animals... eating Jack-in-the-box, watching "Christmas Vacation". We're in the middle of a lovely thunderstorm. I guess that's just Christmas in the Gibbs household in good old Houston, Texas.

I hope everyone has a merry Christmas and can enjoy the company of family and friends. I encourage everyone to take a little time to remember the true meaning of Christmas and reflect on the birth of the Lord, Jesus Christ.

I love you all!