Gibbs?
Yeah, whattya want?
Well aren’t we Mr. Grumpy Pants…
I’m busy sleeping in my Christmas present.
You mean OUR Christmas present, right? Mom bought the new cat tree for the both of us.
Whatever…
Gibbs! Why are you acting like the cigar you left in the litter box?
I guess I’m a little down today.
Why today? It’s Christmas Eve. Santa is going to leave something for us tonight, although he has big shoes to fill. Mom outdid him this year.
I don’t need any gifts from Santa.
What is wrong with you? When since did you become a Scrooge? When did your self-interest take a rest?
I miss my real mom. You know, the one that gave me birth. I barely remember her other than she had a soft, warm belly that I could cuddle up to.
I don’t remember my mom at all. It’s been too long.
I’m sorry.
Don’t be. Our human mom has been very good to the both of us. She feeds us, keeps us warm, puts up with our shenanigans, buys us stuff and loves us.
She loves us?
Ummm…yes, Gibbs. Just like Mary loved Jesus when he was born.
Who’s Jesus?
Jesus, Gibbs. You know, the son of God. The Savior of the World. The guy who showed us the meaning of “love your neighbor.”
Oh, I forgot. The reason for the season.
Right.
Well, I still miss my real mom. Sometimes I wish she was here. She would see I’m okay and we could cuddle.
Awww, Gibbs, and here I thought your heart was two sizes too small.
Very funny.
Since it’s Christmas Eve, it’s time for you and I to count our blessings – what we have rather that what we don’t have. I heard mom say that there are other humans who don’t have homes and sometimes don’t eat three times a day like we do.
Really? I thought everyone eats whenever they want.
Nope. And remember, we didn’t always have a home either. Our human mom gave us that, she gave us a life. A very good life.
I suppose you’re right, Ziva.
She gave us a new cat tree and a place for us to sleep.
You mean MY cat tree and a place for ME to sleep?
Really Gibbs? Whatever…
Why are you so grumpy, Ziva?
Arrrrrrrgh!!! *sigh*
Just messing with you. Merry Christmas, Ziva. Let’s take a good long nap, dream about soft bellies, and hope Santa brings us more toys.
Because we don’t have enough toys.
Right.
Merry Christmas, Gibbs. Merry Christmas everyone!
Mary J Melange 
Awwwww. It seems weird feeling sorry for Gibbs. That’s the conflict of the season. Balancing thoughts between what we have, what we miss and what the world needs. Ziva brings the tight message.
Merry Christmas, Mary. It looks like you’ve taken care of Ziva and Gibbs. I hope you have a wonderful day. Wish your mom a Merry Christmas, too.
PS, is there room in the cat tree for MuMu?
From our home to yours, Dan, I hope you have a wonderful two days of family, food, fun and presents. Did you get MuMu a new brush? She needs a new brush! 😉
It’s funny, MuMu did get a new brush. That was so we could leave the old one near where she catches me every morning 🙂
Merry Christmas :-)!
Same to you, Shelley, and have a very happy new year!
Merry Christmas 🎄🎅
Thank you, enjoy your holidays!
and merry christmas to all of you )
Thank you Beth. The kids and I wish you a lovely Christmas and happy new year!
Loved this… I often think Gibbs misses his mom… xoxo Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to you, Mitchell and the fur babies!