A few days ago I had the pleasure of attending a Christmas party hosted by my financial advisor. Much to everyone’s surprise Santa came to visit. As an adult, I don’t expect visits from Santa but when it does happen it is an enjoyable experience. Seeing Santa serves to enflame the Christmas sprit in all of us.
The very next day, I attended a Christmas party for OASIS for the Visually impaired. Santa did not participate in it, but one of his elves came to sing for us. His playlist was all Christmas songs. Again, it served to heat the fire of Christmas within us. I was so enthused that I finally decorated the house exterior with colorful mini lights. That extra spirit and fifty-degree weather with sunshine got me out of my chair to string lights. Usually, the Scrooge within prevents me from doing the job until Lovely gives me her evil eye and demands it.
I’ve decided to put up our Christmas tree tomorrow, which will complete my decoration tasks, but I still have Christmas cards to send and presents to buy before I am 100% stress-free.
I send a letter with my Christmas card every year, but this year (2023), I’ve decided to skip that tradition. I barely make it through a short post for GrumpaJoesPlace, much less a creative letter different from last year’s. All this writing is beginning to sound like work. We all know that work is a four-letter word, and I should avoid using it. I could write about how I spent nine months creating the wood sculpture I christened Libre, but nobody cares about Libre but me. I’ll have to use the trick my college professor taught me to make a list of possible topics, pick one, and begin writing about it.
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