Moments of Truth
So we finally got festive. Against our combined will. Yes, it's the 22nd of December, but better late than never, right? And Martha Stewart I am not. I don't just mean that we don't deck the halls and leave spiced cider simmering on the stove. I mean I see carolers on the street and keep walking. We didn't get a tree this year, not even a 15-inch tall shrub of a tree like we usually do, in the hallowed spirit of conformity. It's hard to believe Christmas is already upon us. But... I was cleaning the apartment yesterday and found a set of tree lights, which I quickly strung up over the arch in the kitchen to get them out of the way. When I saw them lit, I got a rush of sentimentality... And when Jason brought these bubble lights in from Home Depot last weekend to create a lighting effect over the bookshelf, I had to laugh. He looked more holiday than I'd ever seen him, with a string of lights wrapped around his torso as he clowned around, dancing. I've found my Christmas tree. And the rhythm of the season is, indeed, gonna get you.