No turkey for Christmas.

While I didn't have too much to do today, I still felt like I was on the run....and I don't like it, even a little.

  I resent sometimes the craziness that we inflict upon ourselves during the holiday season.  I wonder, often, why so many of us still grit our teeth, and white knuckle it through Christmas, as if our lives depended on it.
Getting the right gifts, spending the right amount of money, preparing the right food.
What???
Seriously.
A lot of people have lost the whole concept.........the 'goodness', the caring, the meaning.

It's not about Walmart, folks.  
I know I try hard NOT to go there.....and more and more, I talk to people who feel the same, people who try to downsize the commercial side of it, and put more emphasis on family and friends.  I would like to experience Christmas in a place similar to my childhood.  When it was simpler, less complicated.
People weren't trampling each other after a pair of sneakers.

Toys came from the five and dime, or if you were lucky, in the mail from Sears.  The local paper mill had a Christmas party for all the kids, there was a free movie.
There was an excitement that was palpable, but it wasn't about how much you got.
It was more about how much you gave.

On the way home from the studio today, I caught sight of this guy.

I made a U turn, parked my car on the side of the road, and grabbed my camera.

He looked somewhat annoyed, as I tried to get a good shot, without getting killed by passing cars.
And it was cold.

 Then he totally disrepected me, and turned his back.
Hrrumph.
I swear that is what he said.

Not to be deterred, I got closer.
And I got 'the look'.

He got his feathers all in a ruffle.

 Keeping his eye on me the whole time.

Finally, he'd had enough of me.
Sorry about the butt shot, but seriously......have you ever seen such a good one......butt shot, I mean???
Can I say 'butt shot' on Christmas eve day????
Oh, dear.

He looked over his shoulder, as if to say, "Are you done?"

He moved up the power line, just a ways, settled again, and looked down at me.

I think he said Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.  At least that's what it sounded like.
Really.

I was getting cold, but hated to leave.

As beautiful as he was, he was not very friendly.
Even the day before Christmas.  What's up with that?

He posed for me real pretty, I think he said,"OK, OK, take the picture already."

Then with a little shriek, he flew off again.

 To the highest spot he could find nearby.  So since he was not thrilled with the paparazzi following him, and since my fingers were frozen, I decided to bid him adieu.

Ta, ta.  Merry Christmas.