It's Christmas Eve day, and Bow is restless. It has been sporadically snowing, but nothing sticks. Bow keeps pointing me toward the Christmas tree in the living room. He won't say anything, just keeps drawing my attention to the tree, but when I tell him he can't have his presents till tomorrow, this displeases him.
Google has made me a retrospective slide show called the Year in Photos.
It is pretty good, as such things go, at summing up our year. We have had a very nice year, pictorially speaking.