The Thing About Christmas

The thing about Christmas is that for four weeks, starting in our family with the day after Thanksgiving, the world immediately around me is entirely devoted to preparations leading to one evening and one day. When it all ends, it ends with the abruptness of walking into a closed glass door; as I stand, stunned, a void opens before me emblazoned with the words, "Okay. What do I do now?"

( Courtesy snip... )

The Thing About Christmas

The thing about Christmas is that for four weeks, starting in our family with the day after Thanksgiving, the world immediately around me is entirely devoted to preparations leading to one evening and one day. When it all ends, it ends with the abruptness of walking into a closed glass door; as I stand, stunned, a void opens before me emblazoned with the words, "Okay. What do I do now?"

( Courtesy snip... )

A very good way to end the day...

...with a forty-five minute drive to see friends and drop off cookies. The visit was too, too short.

What idiot drives an hour and a half round trip for a fifteen minute conversation and cookie drop?

My kind of idiot, e.g. me. :) And Michelle, too.

A very good way to end the day...

...with a forty-five minute drive to see friends and drop off cookies. The visit was too, too short.

What idiot drives an hour and a half round trip for a fifteen minute conversation and cookie drop?

My kind of idiot, e.g. me. :) And Michelle, too.