Our tree goes up this weekend. For a long time here, I haven't felt Christmassy. Not since the kids left. More and more I left the tree to Skip. Part of my climbing out of the pit is a renewed interest in Christmas. Last year I joined in decorating the tree and liked the togetherness of sharing the decorating. We have an extensive and intriguing collection of ornaments and I enjoyed remeeting them. I even found comfort in the routine of repacking them until the next year and now it's here. This Saturday the tree goes up and maybe I can talk Skip into eggnog. Even if I can't yet, there is a packet of hurricane mix on his dresser...the eggnog can wait until school is over and we can give ourselves over to the holiday.
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