Well, it seems as though the Christmas bug has bitten me. I just put up our tree. It's sparkling with its fibre-optic branches, standing on a table, (to bolster its self-esteem, of course), with a few presents underneath. Its kinda nice not having to compete with five other kids to see who's got the most presents. It's just between mom and I now. It still doesn't really feel like Christmas, just like another day, with the addition of a tree and gifts. But, isn't that what we've come to regocnize Christmas as? It will be interesting to see how long it takes until the kitten knocks the tree down, or tears into the presents.
Only 5 more poems to go til I have 66 in 06. 11 more after that if I want to have a total of 100. I should probably get back to my busy schedule of doing absolutely nothing. It takes a lot out of me. I just don't know how I do it. I'm just amazing like that.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good life. (being as it is not of the nocturnal persuasion yet.)
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