Merry Christmas from Maine!

The gifts are wrapped (except for one)

The snow has fallen.

The pumpkin soup is simmering.

The tiramisu is made.

The tree is trimmed.
Now to give the house a lick and a promise, then we'll be ready for Santa!

Road kill?

Side comment: My desktop computer is acting so darned slow lately that I've started to dread even trying to use it. I've asked Santa to get the computer to an Apple shop for a good housecleaning. If I know Santa, he'll come through for me. I'm sure I've got tons of stuff stored on it that could be done away with for a faster-operating machine.
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Anyway, the first photo here does somewhat resemble road kill, doesn't it? As I was knitting it, Ken first asked if I was making a glove. I guess he thought the dangly parts must be fingers. It would take a strange hand to fit into this as a glove, though.

When I said no, it wasn't a glove, he then asked, "A cow?"

I guess he now thought the dangly parts were teats.

I refused to tell him what it was until it was finished.

As you can see, it became a teddy bear. Not a very sophisticated teddy bear, I know, but a bear nonetheless.

The pattern is from here, and it's quite an ingenious design.

I made the teddy and his sister for two little children, ages 2 and 5. At first I'd planned to give them each one of the lambs, shown in the header, but after actually knitting a lamb or two, and their clothing, I decided they were too much work to put into the hands of small children. I predict the clothing would have been lost almost immediately.

So I decided on these simple teddy bears. I added an A for "Aiden" and a J for "Juliet," to save the trouble of having to squabble over which teddy is whose.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.