I’ve been anticipating Christmas, some might say dreading it, since last summer. And now, almost suddenly despite its protracted inevitability (as J’s dad writes in his annual holiday masterpiece, “We are just shy of Thanksgiving, but as usual the holiday letter innuendos began with the first Christmas sale commercials back in April and have mounted steadily since”), it is here. This is rarely a good time of year for the blog, for any writing. It’s a time of year that calls for other creative pursuits, like mixing holiday cocktails and tree trimming.
So we spruced the place up, arranged the flowers, lit the lights, poured the drinks, and threw a small party to trim the tree.
For the past three years I’ve gotten our tree from the local Lions Club tree lot near campus; here is this years in its stand, watered and lit, with the ornaments set out.
(I hung the token first ornament, and placed the star on top.)
Then we boozed up the guests and they set to work (and I forgot to take pictures). But the results are wonderful, and we’ve been exceedingly grateful every day since.
And a couple from the morning after.
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, happy new year, and big love for 2012.