My cats woke me up, wanting to open presents.

[FlyRod]

Set alarm for 0500 hrs so I could ambush the paper "boy" (approx. age, 35) and hand him a Christmas card with some $ in it. Written on card: "Thanks for all your faithful service. Now, please, work on your gunnery skills. Signed, State Your Name." (He misses the mark by at least 20 feet evAry time.) Waited in bathrobe, cuppa java in hand, for 1 hr. and 15 minutes until he showed up, in 42F and howling winds.
Surly lout showed up, accepted card, mumbled what may have been thanks.
0620...back to the sack.
0715...Winchester purring contentedly as he sleeps on the pillow.
0716...Miss Monicat Meowinsky, apparently miffed at his usurping of her rightful place, attacks. I receive slight laceration to scalp as W'chester seeks traction in an attempt to escape felonious feline female fury.
0716:45...in bathroom, dabbing Neosporin(TM) on wound.
0718...After igniting coffee maker, seeking under furniture and in various crannies in hopes of effecting retaliatory strike. (See: Catbeating Contests I Have Won.)
0722...Discover cats, looking innocent and adorable, sitting in living room, looking up wistfully at their stockings (hung by the chimney, with care.)
0724...Sipping coffee, a bit misty-eyed, on the couch, watching cats roll in some newly sprinkled catnip and batting new toys between trips to small bowl of cat treats placed nearby.
0727...Missing Martha too much to bear so get up, recheck shotgun and ammo (No! Not that. For tomorrow's combined Dove and Quail hunt.)

And now, here I sit.

Merry Christmas to all, a safe and loving one!
You have all, well, mostly , enriched my life beyond measure.

FlyRod