So it’s Christmas Eve at Casa Hank & Willie.
We’ve finally peeled Will off the ceiling and stuffed him under the covers where he’ll stay until probably, oh, three a.m.
And I am not above going in there and telling him that Santa won’t come if he doesn’t stay in bed until the sun comes up.
Like that will do me any good.
Wish us luck, and a very, merry Christmas to all of you.
P.S. Thank you all for your wonderful, thoughtful, heartfelt comments, phone calls and emails about my last post. It means more than you know.