Tis the season.

Tis the season.

Tis’ the season on an influx of relatives from Alberta. Great times but with three kids under eight I am unable to get to thd computer, at least not without a child somewhere around. I don’t know how you writers who are mothers of young kids manage any time and any concentration when one ear is out to see if the little one is teasing the dog and likely to get snapped at or you need to find the parka that has disappear, or having to run to the grocery store for more milk. The compensations are wonderful. I woke this morning to find two little bodies hugging me, cozy in the morning light, waiting for Santa. I could smell the coffee my son had ready. It’s a joy and I love it, but writing? I can’t believe it’s so hard to find five minutes. Merry Christmas and happy holidays for those who don’t celebrate Christmas and my best wishes for a wonderful new year.