Yesterday stayed warm. I stayed busy and finished wrapping and organizing. Today is UPS day, the day the packages will be sent hither and yon.

The morning is cold and damp. The world is grey. It is already down to the 30’s and will get into the 20’s tonight. Rain is predicted.

Yesterday I organized and cleared a couple of rooms, straightened and pulled the wire branches of my scrub pine tree and decorated a bit. I had found a small box with two strands of thick string. Each strand had twelve thin Santa clothespins. I thought they were kind of neat looking. While trying to figure what to hang from the Santas, I remembered I had bought several picture Christmas cards years back. I had trouble finding the cards, but I did, after taking down and dusting with my sleeve several wrong cigar boxes. I looked through the cards and was amazed at what I found: several of the cards were from different years of one family, a family from Denver. There was even the adoption notice of their daughter. The Christmas cards dated from the early 1950’s through the 60’s. They had a son older than their daughter. The two kids, their parents and the family dog appeared in all sorts of Christmas poses. They were the faces of reindeer, the family walking out of church, ornaments on a tree and a few regular family pictures. The son was in uniform one year then wasn’t in the family picture the next year. He was missing for the first time. I hoped nothing had happened to him. The next year his picture was added to the rest of the family pictures, to the faces on the ends of Christmas tree branches. Beside his picture, it said, “From Vietnam. “The next year he was home. I saw him in the family picture.

Where was I going with all of that? Well, I chose 12 of those picture cards and clipped them with the Santa clothespins then I draped the strand on the mantle. The second strand I loaded with Christmas cards from the 1950’s. That strand is hanging in the dining room. My ugly tree was in place yesterday and lit last night. My house is beginning to look a bit like Christmas, a sort of weird and vintage Christmas, but I’m just fine with that.

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