Christmas Eve. The magic this year was certainly a bit different than years before – in the form of a self-righting boat. As I was heading out this morning a big wave came and turned The Dog House right over. Next thing I knew I was sitting on the ceiling, so to speak. Thankfully it isn’t far between the floor and the ceiling. And I had secured everything anyway, so I only lost a sponge and a jar of bum creme. I am very thankful this holiday season that my boat turned itself over, and I didn’t loose anything crucial. Merry Christmas!