Kimber: Mom just called me in from the yard. ‘Bout time. That big yellow ball in the sky is starting to spread across the horizon like a giant egg yolk. Temperatures are dropping. The Powder Puff just sauntered past. Why that canine lets her owner deck her out in that green and red jacket + reindeer antlers, I’ll never know.

Anyway, when Mom opened the porch door, I caught a whiff of Something Warm and Wonderful inside. She says, “Kimber, dinner! Come!”

I don’t need to be called twice. No siree, Lassie! I bounded up the stairs and into the house like Rin Tin Tin after a bad guy. Sure enough. Something Warm and Wonderful was waiting for me.

A little later Mom walks into the living room and turns on that squawk box thingy in the corner. It lights up. Sounds come out of it. Voices from people no one can see. These invisible people must be really small to live inside that box where they make their voices go up and down. They “sing” about telling it on the mountain. Angels from the realms of glory. Letting heaven and nature sing. A little town of Bethlehem and a midnight clear. Some angel named Herold. Stuff like that.

A Little Snooze?

I snuggle into the recliner with Mom for a little snooze. She says “Kimber, you’re really pushing the envelope for ‘lap dog.'”

Wait

Is Mom suggesting I drop a few pounds? Maybe not. She always says that. Laughs. Then gives me the signal that it’s okay to join her. I have to wait for the signal. But it always comes. Especially on these cold winter nights. So I can’t complain. Besides. My stocking smells so good!

Tonight the family is watching lights wink and twinkle, among other things. They say the lights have “colors.” But they all look the same to me. Go figure.

My peeps finished “putting up the tree” the other day. (I was only trying to help. Honest. Incidentally, “tinsel” looks way better than it tastes.)

Gifts

The fam has settled in with steaming mugs of something I can’t have, apparently. That’s okay. Because Mom and Dad say the Best Gifts of Christmas – faith, hope, love, joy and peace – can’t be found in red stockings. Or under the tree. But in the human heart.

Sometimes these gifts come out of the blue. (No idea what that means either. But Mom said it the other day. Must mean something, right?) Like this beautiful card we got from one of our favorite authors:

Mom and I? We thoroughly enjoy doing this blog thingy. But it’s a lot of work. Think Godzilla on steroids. Climbing Mount Everest. Barefoot. No, wait. Maybe that’s a Yeti? Well, whatevs. Where was I?

Our Bacon!

Oh yeah. Blogging about books is our bacon! (I was gonna say, “jam.” But seriously? What self-respecting canine eats that stuff?!) But being all brilliant and beautiful is a humungous amount of work. Sometimes we get tired. Discouraged. Cranky. (Hi, Mom!)

Better Than Bacon?!

Then some kind soul comes along and showers us with kindness. (Or bacon!) We feel energized! Rejuvenated! Spoiled rotten!

And We. Love. It! Like this:

 

We didn’t expect this. But it made our whole week! 

The Best

So thank you, dear readers and authors, for blessing us with your time, attention, and kindness. We appreciate you more than you know. May the Best Gifts of Christmas be yours!

Wait. Do I smell prime rib?