A different Advent celebration.

Christmas has always contained some amount of stress. Panic sprung as the wave washed over and traditions were left floating in the sea of life around me, left behind perhaps to be picked up next year. There’s the advent calendar that didn’t get attended to daily.  There are the books never read, the movie we forgot to watch, the…

I am a poor boy too (pa rum pa pum pum).

I felt myself feeling strangely proud of our tree. Grateful for all the ornaments I never bought but was gifted. And generally feeling that our tree could kick the butts of all the other trees humbly located in living rooms throughout the neighborhood. Getting competitive about strange things, no? This and scrabble, I kick scratch…