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.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.