Early Christmas Day and the house is full of the smell of cinnamon buns. It is dark as yet and my usual stopping places on the internet are quiet.
After the boys get up and the orgy of Christmas wrappings is over, I plan to go downtown and stand on the peace picket line. The fact that few if any will see those who gather on that picket line makes it a somehow extra-delicious prospect.
Doing things when no one else sees or knows what is being done ... that's pretty much the cat's pajamas, a Santa Claus among Santa Clauses, I think.
PS The "cat's pajamas" is described on the internet as a usage from the 1920's, "a phrase used to describe something that is the best at what it does, thus making it highly sought and desirable. Similar phrases that didn't endure: "the eel's ankle," "the elephant's instep" and "the snake's hip.""