The holidaze this year have been more than a little ho-hum. They've been downright...well, down.
No Christmas presents exchanged.
No holiday parties attended, other than hanging out with Sailor J and her husband a couple of weeks ago.
No Christmas tree at La Casa de Mama; the cats would destroy it as soon as I walked out the door.
No Mama at la Casa de Mama, either. She's still in the nursing home and seems destined to stay there the rest of her days.
No Holidaze decorations except for the small display at work: Three finds from Village Discount Outlet and one ceramic reindeer from Target, accidentally dropped and later glued back together; how I'm going to get it home in one piece, I do not know.
Very few movies on free TV except the Alastair Sim version of A Christmas Carol on the Movies! network.
No snow. Not even one flake. And, according to all the local forcasters, none expected through the end of the year.
Christmas spirit? Not so much.
This year, I'll be spending a quiet evening at home with the cats. I don't know yet what dinner will be--likely something from Rich's Deli--but no libations or spirits involved. Not supposed to really touch the stuff since the heart attacks six years ago. I still do from time to time anyway, but for the holidays? This year? No.
I hope you all have a Merry--or, at the very least, Peaceful--Christmas. And may we all prosper in the coming year.
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