May yours be as darling as ours promises to be. Warms your cockles, don't it?
HUG. YOUR. LOVED ONES.
Also! We found a crab. By we I mean Sra. Cocinera. It was a stowaway on the oysters she was shucking for our Christmas Eve dinner. He's probably (confirmed at 6 pm CST) dead now because I loved him too much. Also I tried to feed him Triscuits. Apparently they don't like those guys.
Bern, I am proud of you for being more awesome than me at 365...Merry Christmas!
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