Bruce fell asleep on his Gir-cow* the other day, providing me the perfect opportunity to snap a shot of him in a Santa hat. Isn't he adorable? It's such a peaceful, still moment.
Even such angelic stillness has it's amusing side. The photo below cracks me up. It's my budgie-boy, lying all-catawampus!
Hushed moments like these don't go by without saying, "Awwww!"
Bruce's sprawling slumber reminds me of a stanza from a Christmas poem written by George Wither. The poem is called "Wither's Rocking Hymn" and I include only the part that jumps to mind:
Sweet baby, sleep, and nothing fear, for ...The full poem may be viewed here.
[several lines have been excluded]
Be still my babe; sweet baby, sleep.
* Gir-cow - a cozy, plush mat that looks like a cross between a giraffe and a cow.