Dec 22 2001
How Suzy stole Christmas
Although my brother, sister and I agreed immediately after we got back from London that we wanted to spend Thanksgiving together — and we had a great time — we also agreed instantly that none of us could bear to have Christmas this year. No debate. So I am being very Grinch-like and trying to stop Christmas from coming, at least into my house.
Chez moi, the only way you can tell that this particular holiday is hovering on the horizon is the dozens of Christmas cards arranged haphazardly around the living room, where they are constantly being knocked over by our four curious cats. Other than that, it could be any other time of year, the illusion being helped by the fact that the seasons don’t really change around here, or at least that the change is quite subtle.
OK, so I thought I was pretty Grinchy. But on my way home from work yesterday, I saw a Christmas tree abandoned on the sidewalk. Now, I’ve seen them huffed on the street the day after Christmas, sometimes even the morning of the day after Christmas (which is just so depressing), but never four days before Christmas. Now, that’s weird.
One Response to “How Suzy stole Christmas”
Maybe it was a Gimpy Tree like mine and they were pissed off because it kept falling over. lol