Our son visited from Minneapolis for the holiday and we enjoyed our three days with him immensely.
BUT
Thanksgiving is over and the Christmas Season is now formally underway. The outdoor lights are up and plugged into the timer. A trip to the local tree farm looms as the next holiday task. We continue to resist the plastic temptaion. There is something about the smell of a real tree that is hard to give up.
The decorating process itself is also an integral part of the enterprise. We haul the tubs of lights and ornaments down from the attic and then dig the box of Xmas CD's out of the back of the closet. On goes the music and we are off to the races.
With the tree up it is time to survey the gift list and to begin work on our annual Christmas letter. I know it is easy to poke fun at Christmas letters, but when you look back at a long series of them over the years, you realize that they represent one of the few recorded histories of your family's ups and downs. If the truth be known it may be more fun for us to read our old letters than for you to real each year's new ones. So be it. I have always tried to avoid the over achieving Lake Wobegone Syndrome by sprinkling our letters with some humor as well as the events of the year. Given the challenge of finding something to laugh about in this year's economic turmoil, I may have to schedule some special consultation with my elves. See you soon.
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