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Festivus for the rest of us and all those other holidays

I doesn't seem much like Christmas. Winter Solstice has come and gone and still we've had no frost. Our high temperature today is predicted to be 80 degrees F. but will probably go higher. The high for Christmas Day is projected to be 82. Santa is going to be very uncomfortable in that red wool suit with the fur trim. He might want to wear a Speedo instead.

 Whether or not the weather seems appropriate, however, the winter holidays relentlessly continue their march through our calendar. Today, Festivus; tomorrrow, Christmas Eve; then Christmas, Boxing Day, Kwanzaa, New Year's Eve and Day...

 Blogging will be sporadic for the next several days as I celebrate with my family. Whatever holidays you celebrate at this time of year, my wish for you is that they be filled with peace and joy. As for my house, just now it looks a little like this:

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  1. Susan December 23, 2015 at 11:55 AM

    Adorable! Can't go wrong with kittens!

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  2. CarmenDecember 23, 2015 at 12:49 PM

    Happy Holidays, Dorothy, for you and your family. Many blessings in the year to come.

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 23, 2015 at 2:16 PM

      And the same to you, Carmen. I hope the new year holds nothing but good things for you and your family.

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    2. CarmenDecember 24, 2015 at 12:55 PM

      Thank you.

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  3. Judy KruegerDecember 23, 2015 at 10:01 PM

    Well, we are having the cold weather in So Cal. Even rain, which we sorely need. I was just looking at the winter night sky and the waxing moon. Happy Holidays and I am glad to have made your acquaintance this year in the blogoverse!

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 23, 2015 at 10:27 PM

      Thank you, Judy. And I've very much enjoyed meeting you. Your wonderful reviews have introduced me to several books that I might otherwise have missed. I hope your holidays are filled with joy and that 2016 is a terrific year for you and your family.

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    2. Judy KruegerDecember 29, 2015 at 1:16 PM

      Thank you!

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  4. rusty duckDecember 24, 2015 at 7:46 AM

    Happy Christmas Dorothy. Not too much kitty related destruction I hope!

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 24, 2015 at 9:31 AM

      Actually, they've been very good so far. Santa may visit them after all. And a happy Christmas and New Year to you.

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  5. JayneDecember 25, 2015 at 9:28 AM

    Merry Christmas Dorothy. I hope you're having a lovely day. It doesn't seem much like Christmas here does it? Warm, humid... green.

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 25, 2015 at 8:18 PM

      Thanks, Jayne. We did have a great day in spite of the unseasonable weather. I hear it's supposed to be cold next week but I'll believe when I feel it!

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  6. GlennaDecember 25, 2015 at 11:04 PM

    Awww... I love the kitty video! There is some flooding in Alabama today and was 77 degrees yesterday. Merry Christmas! :)

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 25, 2015 at 11:21 PM

      Y'all have had a spell of bad weather these last couple of days. Maybe relief is on the way with some cooler temperatures.

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  7. AlanaDecember 27, 2015 at 1:25 PM

    How sweet! Made me think of my best friend, a cat rescuer. Happy New Year; may the weather be kind to us all.

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 27, 2015 at 2:11 PM

      Blessings on your friend. Cats need all the help they can get. And a very happy New Year to you, Alana.

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