Our first Tree.

With stockings hung from the chimney with care,
my heart will grow 3 sizes this Christmas, I SWEAR!

It's true, Christmas spirit has been in low supply the last few years, something I plan to remedy this year if it kills me. Presents have been purchased, even the boys have a stocking.

There will be things to do on Christmas day. Things other than shuffling from here and there, mustering up just enough emotion to convince myself I'm still a human being.

I remember a post I wrote about Christmas being different when you're older. Like looking at a bicycle when you're nine-years-old, and looking at a bicycle now, at thirty-one. How it's smaller and serves a different purpose. Yeah... let's see if we can change that, at least for a few days.

Christmas is going to be new again. So if you run into me, and for some reason I'm more annoying than usual, well -- at least you'll know why.

Oh, and I just checked my watch (computer), and yes -- I'm overdue for my annual viewing of Scrooged.