I worked Christmas eve, and it was a long day. Busy, just like it has been. A tiny little red haired girl pushed a guinea pig toy up on the counter. I said to her, "So are you going to wrap this and give it to your guinea pig for Christmas?" She solemnly nodded. Then she said, "Mommy said we gave our dog the best Christmas present we could give her," and I cheerfully said, "So what did the dog get?" and her little lip quivered and she said, "She's not suffering no more. We had her put to sleep." Dear God. One more dead dog story is going to push me right over the edge, I swear. As Hal and Bob would say, "Darn sinuses!"
It's been a nice Christmas day, a quiet one. Presents and kids, and quiet times doing puzzles and laughing together. We watched a couple videos. I'll write more later. Right now, I'm headed for bed. Dylan heads back home tomorrow, and we have another party tomorrow evening.
Merry Christmas everyone!