I drove to a nursery this morning after getting my temporary crown put in my mouth, and bought garlands and a few little decorations for the front door and around. Looking at all the ornaments and trees is pretty magical and soothing, even for someone of my advanced years. And my chorus concert is over, and though I made a few mistakes, I believe none were noticeable. We had a magnificent potluck afterward, and though I don't eat sugar, I sat nearby and gazed lovingly at brownie bites, lemon cookies, ice cream and other delights. We were lovers forbidden to kiss.
So I'm getting with the holiday spirit, and looking forward to the big days and little cozy moments. My hands smell of cedar from the garlands, there are visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, and the shiny, slightly loopy goofiness of the season is upon me. And I haven't had a single eggnog.
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