Christmas 2019

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

Ah, Santa must’ve known Hopper was thinking about a Tolkien Silmarillion – Hobbit – Lord of the Rings reread. After all, it’s been four years, and I’ve been restless in my readings of late. That’s why, out of all the clothes that were desperately needed and deeply appreciated, this was my favorite Christmas gift:

Thank you ladies!

The girls made out as well, as did the Mrs. and the even the dog. We’ve had our ups and downs over the past twelve months, but we’re grateful to have each other and to be where we are at this point in time.

Merry Christmas, y’all!