What’s up sweet paul?
The holidays are on us again, and once more we are supposed to follow old and
new traditions. I’m all about making my own traditions and making them up as I
go. Instead of a wreath on my door or a Christmas tree, there is just one tradition
I have taken with me wherever I am in the world. I always set aside one night mid
December. I send my man to the movies or something, so there is just me and the
dog. My dining room table will be filled with paper, ribbons, labels, and everything
I need to wrap gifts and write Christmas cards. Forties Christmas songs will be
played, Charlie Brown will be on the telly, and some sort of cocktail will be made.
As the night goes on the cocktail pitcher gets more and more empty and the pile of
gifts and cards gets higher. I usually cry a little over the people in my life that are no
longer here, and finally I will fall asleep on the couch in a pile of ribbons and paper.
Thank God there is only the dog to witness my holiday shame.
My dear friends, wherever in the world you are and whatever traditions you have, I
wish you all a safe and happy holiday and a fab new year.
