As Kris Kringle is my witness, I just seem to stand aside and watch the madness as the shopping reaches a fever pace and the clamor grows. Like somebody knocked over a glass-sided ant farm, still one of my favorite Christmas gifts.
Supposed to be eighty-six degrees Christmas Day, so the walk in the snow with the dogs will not be happening. Maybe I should take them to the beach.
Used to love to attend parties and wear my bright red Rudolph tie which lit up and my Grinch jockey shorts, which didn’t. Don’t get invited any more. Wouldn’t go anyway.
We don’t decorate much. Tree is two feet tall ceramic poised on the dining room table surrounded by silver balls and our holiday snow globe collection.
Decorating is a pain in the ass. The huge nine-foot tall inflatable husky dog in the front yard looks like a Macy’s parade float. Cars full of children slow.
Already took an evening drive looking at the decorations. My favorite this year combines Independence Day – many flags and a God Bless America! sign – with homemade plywood Santa and a nativity scene. The three wise men bear a striking resemblance to Will Ferrell. Could be Trump. If it’s not a hat.
Actually thinking about going to the Chinese buffet for Christmas dinner. Curious about what kind of people would do that. Cassie Topaz Malone suggested a prime rib at home and seemed excited, telling where she’s gonna stuff the garlic. She actually has a smile in her eyes. Maybe that’s a glint. After all, it is my birthday.
I don’t miss many meals so imagine I’ll get my fill wherever.
Then…have some serious egg nog. Maybe go to bed early. And say a prayer.
