It’s that time. It’s December 22, 2013 and it is now or never. All of you people who put your trees up the day after Thanksgiving boggle my mind. I suppose if I was really on fire, I might get it up by December 15, but that’s rare. I do leave it up until about January 15, whereas all you (astounding?, weird? efficient? weird?) people have your trees down and ready for recycle no later than January 3 or so.
There is one memorable Christmas tree story I have and I broke every rule of blogging when I wrote it. I’d only been blogging for about eight days. Truly, I didn’t know any better. The word count is 3,169. Four brave souls clicked Like and one wonderful man commented almost a year after the posting… Mind, I think it is a fun, fabulous story, but today I might have broken it into smaller posts (or perhaps smaller paragraphs!).
I could, of course, go back and fix it, but I love that story. I won Toastmaster awards for telling the story of my first Christmas in the Pacific Northwest.
Here is my story if I’ve wet your curiosity….