The sun is not to be held back this fine Christmas Day, even with the temperature currently set at 8 degrees. It looks refreshing but is still very cold.

Sleep came upon me quite effortlessly and it was a peaceful night.

Erma stood in the middle of the bedroom for a long while, finally settling on the floor for sleep. This morning, she seems a bit better but still not quite herself. The old girl was first out of the gate to breakfast, rested the remainder of the morning with the rest of us, and sat by my side to collect her morning milk when my cereal was eaten.

I could sleep another eight hours. Finding the button to alleviate the tired spot seems unreasonable. Tomorrow is the starting line for the final five days of “A Carillon Christmas” and my responsibility to The Roundhouse Café. It’s been a gratifying event in many ways, but it was not without testing my stamina. I feel proud in having endeavored and accomplished the long course given my bodily restrictions.

It is time to shower, dress, and prepare myself for the few-blocks trip to Laura’s home. I am excited to spend some time with my favorite folks, although Michael and his family remain in North Carolina and Mama Kay’s niece, Joyce, is sick and will not be joining us. I still miss Don’s boisterous laughter and entertaining remarks.

Make it a merry Christmas and make it a great day!