I am running on fumes, guys. GOOD fumes, cookie-scented and decorated with twinkly lights, but still. Fumes. You too, I bet. Let us all gaze at my favorite picture for a bit and we'll feel better.
(credits: ummmm, a nun at a monastery in Dubuque, IA painted this for a Christmas card. I believe. And I break some sort of law every year by posting it on my blawg, I'm sure.)