Today was Pope Francis' birthday. He is 77 now, and celebrated by having little party with some homeless men. What a guy! He even let one of their dogs join the fun. We didn't celebrate till later tonight by turning on all of our Christmas lights. But it started with fog and the keeper fleeing from us with a long list of errands and tasks. When she came home, we directed her gaze to Jesus cleaning the roof and the last of the leaves. She decided she still had time to light up the backyard. She started with the wisteria in Kittyrood. Last year the squirrels ate half of the bulbs. And part of the wire. Then she started on the icicles. We told her it was too dark to continue. She stopped. But even without a deck, light is shining in our darkness.
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