So this year it’ll be no Christmas tree, no Christmas lights. and Christmas dinner three days early because you can’t keep it that long. I just don’t have the strength this year. I could never get a tree through the door–not after 6 weeks in a hospital bed.
I have a feeling it’ll be very moving. Just Jesus. And family memories. Yeah, that’ll work. Next Christmas we can trot out the ornaments.
Meanwhile… What will our Elf on the Shelf do, still stuffed into the closet? Our Elf was always very careful not to involve our cats in any of his activities. “And you see how they reward me!” he snarls.
I guess I’ll have to leave a cookie on the table.