LAST MINUTE DECORATING

Oh dear.  Here it is, the day before Christmas.  I looked here.  I looked there.

Our mine Mommy's little tree had been on the table for a long time now.

Mine Mommy's our holiday cards now hung by the window, 

no longer in the Merry Basket, so we could easily see and enjoy them.

But me?  What about me?  I wasn't really ready for Santy to arrive ... was I?

I had to do something, soon, fast, in a hurry, quickly ...
so I was up at dawn to decorate "my tree", and yes, little JuneToo came to help,
and yes, some lights are purple, and yes, I'm wearing my Ravens hat,
because win-or-lose we always support those we like best,
and yes, it's right here by the window so Santy can see it when he is
flying by tonight ... here I am Santy ... 
here I am,

meowz

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

 

HAPPY TUESDAY

AWWW JUNE

 🎄 AWWW JUNE 🎄

AWWW MONDAY

HOLIDAY ART from ZOOLATRY [and JUNE]

 

WE ARE SUCH STUFF ~

What's in this box, mine Mommy?

As it says, mine June, stuff that dreams are made on ~ and memories, sweet and sad.

Do I have a box of memories too?

Not yet little one, you are still young, but some day, a long time from now,

you may want to have little bits of treasures kept to remind you

as the time comes when, well, things begin to slip away ~

What "stuff" lives inside this box, mine Mommy?

Let me think a moment ~ well now, you would find a few kitty whiskers from those who came before you!  And a long ago Christmas card from my Daddy, who was far far away, it was World War II, and he was a soldier and not there when I arrived but he sent a card to say he loved me and would see me soon.  Also a typewritten letter, with some mistakes (he didn't used white-out), my Daddy wrote the day I left for college.  He said he remembered holding my hand and walking me to kindergarten and now I was boarding a train to go a thousand miles away, would I return, he did not know, and the last paragraph of his letter is barely legible because at that time I began to cry while reading it and it is all blurred now from my tears.  There are now colorless flowers tied with a ribbon from my wedding day over fifty years ago.  And there is a faded photo, you can barely see it, it's called a "sonogram", but not at all like the ones they image today, of the first little baby that began to grow inside me many years ago.  There are special and silly pictures of me and Poppy Vic doing special and silly things together once upon a time...

Yes, such stuff as dreams are made on ... the memories we strive keep.

 

CHRISTMAS DELIVERIES

 

MEOWZ