I made it to Christmas Eve at the library with my sanity mostly intact. Oscar our library kitten had spent most of the month stealing Elf. Linda wanted me to play “hunt the Elf” each morning, but I filed that particular job under “Somebody Else’s Problem”.

I rushed home from the library on Christmas Eve to pack my bag and wrap gifts. I always leave this to the last minute and I’m not the only one in our house. Ger was sitting at the kitchen table with a pile of gifts on one chair and a box of wrapping paper and ribbon on another. His music player was blasting Christmas carols at top volume and he was wearing his Rudolph sweater and a Santa Hat.

“Nice outfit, Ger. Mick out?”

“Ebenezer has already left for his drive home.”

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