Christmas is Coming.

Christmas is coming, and so is Elijah.  Elijah, my youngest grandson, and not the Prophet Elijah, although having done a quick Google, there are some similarities.  But that’s for another time.  Naivety, basically.  He is a sweet boy.

He arrives tomorrow, so loads of planning has gone into this.  As I previously said, I am not good at spontaneity.  No doubt my planning will fall by the wayside, because it always does, but I do have some fun thinking about it.  It’s mainly about food, but that’s okay because I like cooking, even if no one actually eats it.  But the dogs most certainly will.

He is going to love O’Connor.  Elijah is a dog person, like his paternal Grandmother.  I don’t have many of those in my family.  I don’t know why.  It is inherent in me.  My own children just tolerated them.  But then the dogs tolerated the children.  I didn’t have a problem with any of them, thank goodness.

Until Noel.