I'm just trying to get into the Holiday Spirit here at the Retro house...otherwise known as Whoville.
So I put out my best tink-tinklers...
And then my house flooded. And that was not so cheery.
And then we escaped and went to Toroweap...or the north rim of the Grand Canyon, via 60 miles of dirt road.
And there we inspected jagged rock laden with a heavy case of crinoids.
And Hunter took on the weight of the world.
And Boyd rode his bike.
And then as if on cue, the whining commenced and it was time to load up and come home to stinky, wet Whoville, where the dank carpets lay.
And then to add to the holiday cheer, we headed for the red cliffs of Tuacahn to be lifted and enlightened by Alex Boye, where I forewarned Bridger that I might cry during his rendition of O Holy Night. And I did.
I think my heart grew 3 times last night.
And then what could be more cheerful than waking to the gift of toilet paper?
Nothing says "Merry Christmas" more than billowing yard art.
Even in spite of soaking wet carpets.
I'd especially like to thank my neighbor, the true Grinch of Whoville, who summoned the local deputy to our home this morning to ticket the car of a visitor, for facing the wrong way on our cul de sac. What a nice, peace offering gift. I think I would have preferred the Christmas shave.
Merry Christmas to even you Mr. Grinch...from the Holiday Cheermeister of Whoville.