New Orleans, LA – We are hurtling around the sun, and soon it will be Christmas, ready or not. Yet, it is currently 67 deg. F. outside and we probably won’t see more snow for another three or four years after last Thursday, a week ago now.

Due to the climate and weather here, I still find that Christmas doesn’t quite sink in with me until we are mere days away from it. (Similar to the way it is hard to fear a hurricane while the weather is still lovely here.) Suddenly it has dawned on me that its about time I got with the program, hitched up my sleigh and made Merry preparations.

Yet, I am mired still in bookkeeping and year end stuff which is also important to do.

So once again, I am on the cusp of a change, needing to slow down the bookkeeping and begin preparation for Christmas. So, unable to decide if this is the exact moment to switch those gears of if I should keep on hurtling a little closer still to Christmas without panic I chose instead to make another blog post. Also to sip a bedtime smasharoo of Glenlivet Scotch.

It amazes me to think through the years so far about Christmas past. I grew up having Christmas in a house where my breath at night froze on the wall if I faced it, now I sprawl under the ceiling fan here. My Dad and I both had dozens of parties where we wore red suits, I have both suits in the attic now. I have witnessed both the feeding of a tart and later the self defense killing of a wild weasel on Christmas day! In my time I have literally scrambled on icy roofs to make tracks or hang lights, but now I go ouside most times in a short sleeve shirt at Christmas.

Such a contrast in Christmases and my roles in them over the fifty some years of my memory. One day when I’m older and get to stay home more, I’ll have to write a different post every day through Advent about a Christmas past. No time for that this year!

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