Here we are at the Thursday one week after Thanksgiving. I heard someone on the radio say that for most people, Thanksgiving is their favorite holiday. Expectations are lower, no gifts need be exchanged, there's good familiar food, and it doesn’t linger. I know that my family enjoys getting together then.
Last Christmas was emotionally hard for me as it was the first that I was really alone, without someone who was mine. No assigned person. No mommy or husband, and no children since my sons are assigned to other women. I appreciated my man Raymond on Christmas, that he was mine, and in the later years of grown children, we found fun things the two of us could do. But we must adapt and roll along with life’s changing seasons.
I used to love my Christmas tree more than anything. Since being here I have put up only one, but it was real, a nice size with that wonderful evergreen fragrance. In retrospect, I was wrong on those other years to under-do the season. So after Christmas 2021, I ordered a nice little fake tree. I knew if I had one, I would use it. I hoped it would cheer me up. Today I got the box down from the attic and have successfully assembled the four and a half foot tree. The fairy lights work and right now, it is looking pretty in its unadorned state. Now where to put it in my little house?
