20: Ready the feast

The bakingpocalypse continues. 

Nearly time for who pudding and rare roast beast.

19: Newborn

For a precious 24 hours, being born yesterday is a valid excuse for just about anything. Even for bovines.

Unto us a calf is born. 

18: Deck the toys

Thou shalt be festive. 

Places and pony blankets everyone.

17: Waiting by the manger

"You there Cat? It's me, Dog."

Some cold nights to go yet.

16: Lights

The answer is 42. What is the question?

"Hello ground!"

15: Hijitos

Theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 

14: Cookiegeddon

The bakingpocalypse begins. 

Time to eat cookie dough till we puke.

13: London dreaming

Merry gentleman. 

Faraway, so close.

12: One bright morning

Throwing shadows in our eyes. 

Days are numbered.

Go south young goose.

11: Letters to Santa

Grassed up.

Praying they reach the boss on time and in a good mood.