Merry Lovemas

Dorothy told me over breakfast that when she fed the fish today she wished them Merry Christmas. As for me, I never look at the aquarium. Merry Fishmas doesn't spring to mind.

Dorothy is my better half. She has enough empathy for both of us, projecting consciousness and agency and feelings in improbable places. As a child, she would kiss a pig. Good for her. Even I get some of that. She gets it back.

And that is the spirit of Christmas,
that the world and all its children
get some love
and give some love. 

Merry Lovemas.