I think there must be something wrong with
me. I just don’t understand Christmas, I guess. I might be
getting presents and sending Christmas cards and decorating trees
and all that, but I’m still not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m
supposed to feel.
-A Charlie Brown Christmas
I love Christmas. I love the lights and the decorating and the gifts and I even love shopping. Wifey and I decorate our place inside but not out.
This year we have a big tree downstairs. I shun natural trees. Fire hazards that were doing a lovely job producing oxygen until someone took an axe to them.
The ornaments expand by one or two every year. Rarely shrink. The movies and holiday specials pile up as well.
Every year I think at the end of November that I will make a dent in the pile rewatching this year. Every year I start 10 days out from the big day and I’m lucky to get through A Christmas Carol and Charlie Brown, let alone the Bradys and the Flintstones.