holidazed and confused? not this year.

i blinked and november disappeared.

five years of me and my principles slogging through december, a regular yet traditional, syndie scrooge.

when i brought the box home, determined to allow some holiday spirit into the house, k.a. asked who i was and despite her snark, we spent an hour decorating a small tree with ornaments i've collected over the years, talking about the memory attached to each one, reminders of christmas past.

it's not what it used to be about. no manger, no magi, no mr. christ. bring on brenda lee, twinkly lights, and cinnamon glazed almonds. i'm ready for a little festivities.

my principles can bite their tongue for a month.

thanks to k.a. for another memory to add to the pile.