December 20th 2008 8:25 pm
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The Christmas tree is lit, with trimmings all about, on every branch was a bulb, ornament or my young human's boy's crafts.
From older pictures, framed with care, in some paper-like holder, to eleoquent crystals which were placed about the house, with an assortment of stockings placed evenly about the room.
I watched lazyly, snuggled on the hand-made throws, just above the human mother's head while she wrapped every precious gift, with speed and accuracy as the young boy played in the other room.
The entire house smelled of a variety of odors, from pine to beef and freshly cut veggies - all which were used in a mouth-watering chili,
A taste I did have due to my masterful skills - begging, with big, warm-dark eyes , down to the standing on my hand legs while dancing about.
Now having had my fill, I am quite content; lying here beside the warmth of the lights, watching CSI.
Good-night for now, I bid you adue!
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