Sometimes I sit down to write thinking it will be a blog and it turns out to be a personal therapy session. I don’t post those long boring rambles which are mostly interesting to me. It does help me know myself better so it is never time wasted. That’s what happened this morning. When writing it is good to just let the imagination carry me, open the mind, let it out, mingle it with tangible emotion and see what the recipe cooks up. This morning I cooked up my Christmas letter without trying. That’s nice. I also know where I am in the Christmas checklist…as usual…overwhelmed. So what I have for you is nothing but a really cute picture of a little girl who loves to dress up and her daddy who can’t wait to tell her she’s pretty…with a kiss. I hope you all survived the bombs that exploded in your emails on cyber Monday. Maybe now it is safe to go out shopping…if the time can be found. I think I would rather sit with a book and help Kira make sense of everything she sees.