season to be jolly

days are counting down against my will. a list a little longer than the days left. decorations to be fished out of the cupboard. and fall into the trappings of the commercial aspects of shop, shop, shop and shop. and just perhaps pick up all the ingredients for cookies, and hope that cookies can be baked before some consume the cookie dough. and send one out into the forest for a tree. only to take up the pain staking event of cussing and swearing that the tree will not fit into the stand properly, let alone stand up straight. to getting much pleasure of instructing grown children on the art of putting tinsel on the tree. no, not throwing it, or having gobs of it hanging lifelessly on the end of branches! one would think, that after all these years, doing it my way would be much easier on them.