Our World Tuesday: Christmas Past, or All About Maeve
The Christmas tree in Surf City illuminated the park and cast some lovely shadows on the holiday revelers on Christmas night. The day after Christmas, evidence of Santa's existence and, possibly, his revels on the beach, graced the beach. Poor guy. I hope he got back to the North Pole OK.
Little Maeve enjoyed the beach for the week. She chased the willets, the sandpipers, and the gulls into the sky. She even chased the sea foam.
When I awoke extra early, I came upon the seagulls asleep on the beach.
Back at the ranch, Maeve chilled out on the couch and let out a little rumble if anybody dared to move her or suggest she move. She's a woman of clear opinions.
Our World Tuesday