Well, I somewhat dropped the ball on writing the obligatory annual Christmas post, but better late than never!
One of my favorite Christmas morning activities is celebrating with our animals. After presents have been unwrapped and coffee has been downed, we take little treats to each one. My oldest daughter made popcorn for all the poultry, and, before Dad could put on his boots, she trudged through the snow falling gently down to hand deliver it to her barnyard friends. The goats were given a dollop of molasses with their oats, which stuck to their lips as they licked it up. I dug out a venison bone from the freezer for the dog and gave the kitties goat milk with their breakfast. All in all, the whole farm took part in our Christmas celebration, which seemed appropriate. After all, Jesus was born in a barn.