It's the Catmas season. And photos.

[kyrielle]

Under our tree, there are now several packages, two "from my parents" (okay, the boxes are mine, for those), and more packages to appear (I hope, I plan). Some of them are Mercer Boys gifts. (Family thing: a gift you give someone else, either after you've enjoyed it or so you can enjoy it with or after them, is a 'Mercer Boys' present. From my Dad's family - apparently he was notorious for buying Mercer Boys books for people, and reading them - I think before giving them, but it's been generalized to include any selfish or semi-selfish gift.)

Also under our tree, intermittently, is a cat. Babe has decided not to play with the tree skirt (oh my, it might survive to be used next year!). She is far happier to lie on it right over the heating vent it covers, which I am leaving clear of packages. I'd do that anyway for the sake of the contents of the packages, but I admit it's made more fun because it gives her a place to lie down.

Here is a photo of Babe beneath the tree (click photo for a larger view):


Also uploaded tonight were photos of Ribbon Ridge, a very seasonally decorated car, wreaths at Saturday Market (with peacock feathers in), and an absolutely gorgeous sunrise. Check them out here.

Comments

[katbyte.livejournal.com]

That picture would make a great xmas icon.

[roadskoller.livejournal.com]

Cats are soooo good at finding warm comfortable spots.
Truckers are known to put big Christmas wreaths on grills of their trucks. Some even hang Christmas light up around the inside of their windows.
We never do though.

I just wanted you to know that it's your dad's birthday and I'm thinking of him.
((hugs to you))

[retsuko.livejournal.com]

Ha, that picture is adorable! I like how you have a bird on the top of your tree.

My family has the Mercer Boys gifts phenomenon, too, except we call it a "pirate set" gift. Apparently, when my Uncle Jimmy was about 8 or 9, he wanted to buy a "pirate play set" for his Dad for Christmas because he really wanted it himself; Grandpa was wise to the scheme and declared that the pirate was his and his alone and my Uncle could only play with it a certain time once a week.