it's late. it's christmas eve and i should be snug in my bed, but then at 55 i stopped believing in santa a long time ago, and when i do go to bed rather the reindeer hooves on the roof all i'll hear is cats fighting over who gets to snuggle in the warm bed, sometimes i sware they take up so much space there's no room for me, at this point that's of a bigger concern then no room at the inn.........