Friday, October 05, 2012
It's nice to look forward to something in the morning, other than coffee. And my long, prebreakfast walk, of course.
I had missed my little cat friend's visits for a couple of nights. JANEDOE12345 even suggested that perhaps Bill had moved the sock yesterday, to make me feel better. (He hadn't.)
But this reminded me of a Christmas season routine that I looked forward to every morning when I was a kid. It gave me something to anticipate even before the Big Day when Santa arrived. We had a creche scene, and every night my dad would move the cutest, littlest lamb to the top of the stable roof. Every morning, he'd say, "How did he get up there again??" I loved that bit of Christmas magic and still put that lamb up on the stable roof during the holidays. I can think of nothing that reminds me of it more than these cat adventures. Every morning, I get to say to myself, "How did he do that again?"