Galveston, Texas on Christmas Morning
It was warm and foggy early this morning. Beth posed me on some granite with a tiny fake tree and a Christmas ball, the size of me.
We were on one of those rock jetty things, with all the water churning around us. I was afraid a big wave would splash me right down into one of those deep cracks!
She pulled out the tree again. She is never able to decide how to pose me. I tried to tell her the sand was wet and this was not what I expected to be doing on Christmas morning.
So I tried to be patient, since Beth was obviously missing her kids. Then she pulled out Santa and Rudolph and it felt a lot more like Christmas.
I already have a Radio Flyer wagon. What I really want is a Radio Flyer sled.
Beth took this picture of me at the Nursing Home. Her friend George is 102, which means he knows a lot. He said no one has sleds in this part of Texas.
A Friend in the Wagon
Beth said a sled was out of the question. She said wagons are fun and she decorated mine with pine greenery and then she brought me her elf friend. That is not what I was asking for.
A Talkative Friend
This guy is crazy. He never stopped talking. He told me 10 Christmas stories.
And then he scrunched down in the pine and started singing Christmas carols in the most amazing elf voice. I might not look like I'm enjoying it, but he did sound pretty good. And I stopped thinking about wanting a sled.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.