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GETTING THE TREE

Everyone does this thing where they say My tree is better than your tree. My tree is bigger than your tree. This happens every year.

I thanked the tree for sacrificing its quiet life there in the field, because I know it wasn't the tree's first choice, to come to my home and become a part of the Annual Holiday Tree Comparison Project. I think the tree would have liked to have stayed there in that field, growing, minding its own business. I didn't grow the tree, I said to my friend who stopped by and remarked that his tree was better, I only chopped it down.

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DOWNLOADING UPGRADES

is what my new work phone says every time I turn it on. Well, I say to no one at all, sure, download all the upgrades you could ever want, but your life isn't going to get any better unless you go out and really live it.

 

HE WAS WEARING A RED FLANNEL SHIRT

and khaki pants. The shirt was tucked neatly into his pants. He looked quite handsome when he invited us into his home way up on the hill, where he had farmed all his life. He said he wishes he could still do the things he used to be able to do.

The other person, who was laying in bed, said the same thing, that he misses doing the things he used to do.

It made me wonder if we ever think about that when we're doing the things we do: going to the post office, riding a bike, grilling hamburgers for everyone, driving through the car wash, walking up a mountain, playing the piano, getting the tree, that someday we won't be able to do them anymore.

 

DON'T KNOW WHO I'M KIDDING

But two hundred dollars worth of highlights up top aren't enough anymore to distract from the effects that 45 years of sunbathing and hit-or-miss moisturizing have wrought just below.

 

IT CAME BACK TO ME AS A DEEP AND BEAUTIFUL MEMORY

I remembered the way Mabou smelled at Christmas time. It was a store on Broadway in Saratoga and it was a magical place at the holidays, filled with spicy smells and Godiva chocolates and juniper and balsam and probably a ton of other things I can't recall, that when mixed together in the air there produced a unique Mabou olfactory experience. It was a good place to get lost back then, as a kid with a few babysitting bucks in my pocket. 

 

GIVE ME THINGS THAT WON'T GET LOST

I want it and I'm not kidding. When I wake up on Christmas morning I want to find world peace under the tree. I love homemade gifts.

Amen.