The turkey's in the oven...

The living room is almost tidy, as is the dining room (if you ignore my tottering pile of unfiled).

Almost all presents are wrapped and on top of the piano. There are chocolates around the tree--many chocolates.

We have wine. We have women (mainly galliform). When Looby Loo comes in and I insist on singing practice, we'll even have song.

In a fit of lunacy, I'm off to hang stitch markers from my knitting bag on the mini tree.

It must be Christmas.

Seasons greetings!