While were eating the cats came down stairs. The lil`wrekkers BF is back here. The cats stopped dead in their tracks at the dining room door. They’re not too sure about him yet. I cooed and got them to stay for a brief time. Boyfriend gets up to get more tea and they took off. I heard a thud. The Siamese cat tornado hit. Mary and Joseph wer tipped over. Santa fell to the floor. He never really recovered from last year. His neck is severly twisted. He’ll need chiropractic care after the holidays. I’m gonna adjust him right into the trash. The cats flew to the beams as I walked in the room. They were peeping down at me as I fixed the scene. I scolded the whole time. Bear was meowing back. Meeko turned her back on me. Just you wait, Mr. Bear and Miss Meeko. Snack time is coming.
They had snow in Bethlehem? No wonder M & J were pissed at being stuck out in the barn. 
When I was a child our Winter Visitors (to use the polite term) would come out here – to escape the snow – then whinge about how it’s not really Christmas without the stuff. We’d just point out the climate here is a lot closer to matching the Holy Land’s than anything with fir trees and frosted windows.
Yeah, snow was an add-in by grandwrek. She insisted.
No amount of explaining worked. Santa shouldn’t be allowed either. What you gonna do?