Christmas happened. I know it did because all the presents I got for my friends and family are gone, and my house is filled with thoughtful gifts. I also vaguely remember sitting in church on Christmas Eve, as I have done for 38 years of my life, before having to leave quite quickly thanks to the norovirus. Other than those two indicators, I have no idea how Christmas went. That's why I'm calling it the Ghost of Christmas Present. It was real; it happened; I didn't really experience it. Luckily for me, I can feel the spiritual aspect of Christmas, the gift of God's Grace, all year long. But the nostalgia of those little memories made every holiday will be missing the nuances of 2013, and that's okay. It's not how I planned it, but it's okay.
And Ruzena sent this picture of her two rescues, who both came from the same high-kill shelter. Their names are Fable(bigger) and Felicity (tiny).