Friday, December 17, 2010

A tree grows in dreamland

Voila, a picture of my Christmas tree.

Ha, ha! In my dreams.

Tomorrow, I am thinking, I must get a Christmas tree. I am the only one on my block without lights! People are going to think some kind of atheists live here. Or Jehovah's Witnesses. Jehovah's Witnesses do not celebrate Christmas. I have a friend at work who is one and she told me that.

They do not celebrate birthdays either!

Thank God I am not a Jehovah's Witness. They do not exactly sound like a barrel of laughs, you know?

As long as I am being politically incorrect here is a joke I picked up somewhere. What do you get when you cross a Unitarian with a Jehovah's Witness?

Someone who rings your doorbell for no good reason.


Where was I? My Christmas tree, or lack of one. The other night at Zumba class while I was doing the Cumbia it occurred to me that perhaps I had a Christmas tree in my basement. I was struck by this memory, that I was at an estate sale, in the cellar, and there was a tabletop tree, and I bought it. Yes, I had. I was sure I had.

But when I got home I could not find it in the corner of my basement where the Christmas stuff is.

OK, granted, I was looking in the dark, and since then I keep meaning to go down there in daylight. But I think I would have found this thing. I guess it is one of those memories that is just half complete. I do know I considered a tree, but maybe I did not end up buying it.

It is not my fault I am so messed up. There is no room in my head sometimes for anything other than Leonard Pennario and I get up so early.

But enough excuses.

Tomorrow, the tree!

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