…but a state of mind.
And with that, welcome Christmas Season 2014.
While sitting down to write this post I tried, and bartered with myself, to remember some of my earlier Christmas memories. By ‘tried’ I mean that I really did think back to all of the Christmases I could call up memories for over the past 40+ years and by ‘barter’ I mean that I offered to do dishes for myself tonight. That was the easier part since I’m home alone for a few hours and still haven’t taught the cat to use the dish detergent without making a mess.
There’s always next year.
A, the adult wonder-kid, and I still haven’t gone out to buy a tree. I came very close to getting one today. I drove past Stew Leonard’s, looked at all of the people buying trees, then decided that what I really needed was breakfast so I went to a local diner. Over the past few years, our Christmas tree tradition went from ‘WWtCD’ – What would the Clintons do? To giant trees that were too tall to fit in our apartment and smaller trees that still took up a lot of space.