This is the moon rising over the Sandia mountains on Christmas eve, as seen--by Dave, Kelly, and me--from the San Antonio Oxbow. Dave took this picture as I shivered and tried not to complain too much. (Though kvetching is my specialty these days, I think.)
After watching the moon rise, we added Kevin to the group and then went to Paul and Judi's. There, we had posole and tamales, cookies and chocolates, coffee and wine. Judi and Paul live in a ritzy part of town, known in part for its Christmas-time luminaria display. For the past several years, after we eat, we head out for a walk amongst the other luminaria aficionados. This year, as in past years, Judi handed me the keys to the dog (this year, Crunch, but Cooper in the past) and I got to collect all the compliments and adoration that Old English sheepdogs tend to garner.
Kids especially love these friendly, bear-like dogs. At one point, we were surrounded by a group of about four children who were all eager to pet Crunch. The parents were thrilled to let their children up close to an enormous, unfamiliar dog. But whatever. I had Crunch sit and the older children pet him. Then the parents took a small child out from a stroller and set him in front of Crunch. The two were about the same size, as you can see from this photo.
That's me in my purple scarf, trying to keep Crunch from eating this little boy. The parents joked that probably Crunch thought he was a chew toy. I was, like, uh, my dog could probably kill your child, you know? But actually Crunch was very well behaved and didn't even try to gnaw on the kid. He did get in a good kid-to-dog French kiss I think, but probably only because the boy smelled vaguely sweet.
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