Right now it is 30˚. The high will be 35˚. The sky is beautiful like the icy, deep blue from a Crayola box. The wind is blowing hard enough to whip the top branches back and forth. They look like one of those sky dancers in front of a car lot. I have no errands today. I have the laundry to do, the dreaded laundry. 

When I was a kid, the only Christmas books we had were The Night Before Christmas and A Christmas Carol which I read every year when I was old enough to read it. That’s probably why I can watch all the Christmas Carol movies over and over every year. My favorite scene is when Scrooge wakes up and finds out it is still Christmas morning. He dances and sings, sort of, “I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a drunken man.” One year my mother, sister and I went to Boston to see A Christmas Carol. The theater was filled. We had great seats close to the front. Just as Scrooge began his dancing the fire alarm went off. We all sort just looked around then a voice told us to go out the nearest exit. We did. There was no fire. Worse, we never did get to see the happy Scrooge and Tim with his, “God bless us everyone.”

Yesterday I got home when it was dark so I got to see my house lights in all their glory. I was amazed. I think because the houses around me are dark, mine look so much brighter. They light up the night and this whole end of the street. 

Im going to go through a few boxes of Christmas stuff. I’ll be down the cellar anyway with the laundry. I’m thinking finding Christmas treasures will make doing the laundry festive in some weird way.