Christmas Tree

I was out on the porch sanding the resurrected coffee table and thinking about Christmas. Not the insane Black Friday-go to the shopping center-drive around searching for half an hour for a parking space-get into fights over big screen televisions, or whatever passes for that during Covid times, but just... Christmas

Following on a rather lonely Thanksgiving, I was inclined to ignore Christmas. The grands have everything, and their parents have them at home at least for the holidays and who knows how much longer? Why should we do anything?

But then I thought maybe getting a Christmas tree would be just the thing...an antidote to the brown walls and desolation around us (see our other neighbors' house in extras, taken from their driveway early this morning. That' our white house behind the chimney). John was lukewarm, but had sense enough not to argue, so we took ourselves off to the nursery right around the corner where we always buy a tree.

Having decided to get a small tree we could put on top of a table disciplined ourselves to stick to the small trees picked one and were back home with it in half an hour. the people at the nursery, when they found out where we lived offered us 25% off on all landscaping plants we needed.

We've put our little tree on the porch for the time being. Or maybe for the duration of the season. It's lovely green is as welcome as any tree decorated with baubles. Maybe we'll just put some lights on it and leave it where it is....