“Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard, or too sad when you’ve got a Christmas tree in the living room.” 

Today is another pretty day, a pretty December day, chilly and a bit windy. Leaves cover my lawn and deck though each has been cleared once. When the dogs are out running through the backyard, I can hear crunching sounds from the dead leaves covering the ground. Those leaves are never cleared. The backyard belongs to the dogs.

When I was a kid, this was the in-between season when some days were too hot for a winter coat while other days were so cold it was winter ensemble time, time to dress in layers. My mother was cautious. She’d bring out the winter coats, hats and mittens, it being December after all. I never enjoyed the layers, the bundling. Even now I seldom wear my winter jacket.

My mother used to take us into Boston to see Santa, but once, when I was really young, he came to our apartment in South Boston. I was probably around three or four. I have a picture of me with Santa somewhere in the house, probably tucked away for safety. My brother, a year younger than I, was too afraid to leave the bedroom. I’m wearing a dress, my patent leather Mary Jane’ shoes’s and lacy socks. It was an occasion after all.

I seem to be busy every weekday. I go down cape to Orleans for PT twice a week and on Friday I went to Hyannis for a doctor’s appointment. Uke is twice a week, practice and a lesson. I skipped the practice last week. I have to pick and choose. When I did both, my finger swelled. Yesterday I practiced. My finger didn’t swell.

My house isn’t yet Christmas, but decorating is on my to-do list for this week. That means hauling up boxes. I like to change the decorations from year to year. I have so many. I’m leaning toward vintage this year. I have many plastic light up pieces like Santa, candles and a snowman. They are from the 50’s and are a bit of wonder pulled from my memory drawers.

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2 Comments on ““Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard, or too sad when you’ve got a Christmas tree in the living room.” ”

  1. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Mentioning PT, how’s your finger progressing? Today we reached 58° for a high under mostly cloudy skies. They’re forecasting high temperatures for the next couple of days in the upper 70s. Winter’s just taking a siesta. 🙂

    It’s difficult living in a predominantly Christian country to not get excited about Santa when you’re a little kid. However, by the time I was five or so I realized Santa was not real. Regardless, of Santa Claus we were excited to celebrate Chanukah. I think I didn’t like my father’s potato latkes primarily because he made them and he also made such a big deal about how wonderful they were. 🙂

    Don’t hurt yourself while decorating for Christmas. Doesn’t your factotum put up your outside lights? Please, stay off ladders. I hire people if I have to do anything beyond my reach and I stay off of even small step ladders.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      My finger is quite stiff where the fracture was. It barely bends. I have a variety of at home stuff to do and I wear a splint all night. I have PT twice a week until the end of December.

      We tend to be in the low 50’s or high 40’s most days. If there is no wind, the day feels warm.

      I don’t remember how old I was when I realized Santa didn’t exist, but I had two younger sisters so I pretended to believe.

      That’s funny, your father boasting about his latkes.

      I have called my factotum but he hasn’t called back. I might drive over to this house. He does put up all the lights, front and back. None need a ladder as the lights are on fences and the cow and donkey are just standing in the front yard. I will not be climbing ladders!

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