Snarky? Anyone?

I take no credit for my son's sarcasam.

Okay, I take full responsibility. He was responding to a book that I've been needing to read for some time now. I haven't delved very deeply into it. But, I'm starting to think that I could write a prequel, or sequel, or at least give Dr. D. some annotations.

This is just one of the little angels that graced the stage last night, and last week in our performances of "Miracle on Main Street." We survived the production. . . by the grace of God.

This is my boss. He portrayed the part of the (shady) Mayor of the town. He did a great job "hamming" it up for the crowds. I won't say that it was typecasting. . .but no one else could have pulled this off with such. . .finesse. Yeah, that's the word!

Getting 27 kids together for a group picture is a feat in itself. You'll notice that there's a lamb being suspended by its ears by one of the shepherds. That really sums up this entire production in one precious little word picture.

It's been a (stereo)typical Monday. Lots to do. . . and not lots of time to get it all done. Oh well, why should December be any different than the rest of the year, right?

I could write more -- but I really need to give some serious attention to some Christmas gifts for Edison and Caroline's teachers. I'm still at a loss as far as what to do. I've also got some more (small) projects that need to be finished.

I love this time of year. No, seriously, I do.