Adventures in Christmas trees
Although my Dad will be mortified (“You don’t decorate for Christmas before December!”), a group of festivity-minded folk helped me decorate my aparment last Friday night. Now my little tree is up and glittering (and occasionally assaulted by my cat), cutsie little snowmen and angels grin from shelves and walls, and Frank Sinatra & Bing Crosby croon holiday medlies in the evenings… and I traipse about in the afternoons with no jacket. Methinks the weather matcheth not the season. Only 24 more sleeps ’til I fly home for the holidays ~ and hopefully some snow. But not when my plane is trying to land. Or take off. Or when I’m driving. Or if I have to shovel it. If I could have my way, we would have light little fluffy flurries from now until December 24th, at which point, once we’re all snuggled together at home, there would be a massive blizzard that would coat the world with white until January 2nd, at which point everything would melt away and spring would arrive. If I ever build a climate-controlled bio-dome, that’ll be the weather forcast for the holiday seaon. I hope you’re enjoying the weather, and the Advent season wherever you may be.