So, how long can one keep up one's Christmas tree before one is in danger of being known as a freak?
Most of my neighbors put the trees out for recycling already, several of them last week on New Year's Eve. That seems too soon to me. Christmas doesn't even end until January 6, with Epiphany.
Which is today, of course. That reminds me...it drives my mom nuts, but I have always played with the Wise Men in her nativity set, moving them to the opposite side of the room when she put every thing up, then moving them closer to the stable as we went through the season. After all, Epiphany is when the kings showed up, right? Let's make this thing realistic.
I wanted to think some deep Epiphany thoughts and write some deep Epiphany notes, and these three things played a constant background Epiphany soundtrack in my head today:
After all, even in my state of diminished religiosity, I think there's more to today than bringing down the Christmas tree.
On the scientific side, I had some interesting stuff about frankincense, gold and myrrh.
But instead of actual blogging, I'm telling you what I would have wriiten had my brain not been crispy-fried today by the dog thing (no surgery after all; she had a low platelet count and they took x-rays and serum samples to try to find out why) and a work thing ("Nic, did you make this decision? Can you justify it in writing and have it on my desk by 9:00 tomorrow?") and a traffic thing (I eventually did go home by another way, as it happened, but two hours late.)
I'm just going to sit here for the rest of the night looking at my tree, which I've decided not to take down.
Posted by Nic at January 6, 2004 07:41 PM | TrackBack