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O Tannenbaum
So, it is upon us. Tomorrow is Jesus’ birthday.
In the past, I was consistently more excited about this night than the night before my own birthday. (Presents for EVERYBODY, not just me!) But life goes on and people grow up and get sick and get selfish and grow apart.
Which is all a protracted way of saying that I’m not so much in the holiday spirit this year.
In spite of that, I’m hoping to salvage the day with a nice Jewish Christmas with my Mom tomorrow. (New York Jewish, anyway: a trip to the movies followed by diner food or Chinese. Does it work the same in Oklahoma? I’m new at this not being with family on Christmas thing.)
Anyway, let’s pretend I’m in the mood for all this, as I halfway was a few weeks ago, when I took these shots.
We acquired the perfect tree on Astor Place, and Eric carried it all the way home for me, because he’s a gentleman like that.
And then we realized how cuttingly appropriate his choice of shirt was.
Then, to add insult to injury, I tortured the poor tree and dressed it up all fruity.
All while it watched more of its brethren being sold just outside.
But as it turned out, it liked looking all pretty. I think it was won over by the shiny lights.
Plus, it got to look up a cute girl’s skirt.
And hang out with a peppy, clever little Dickensian mouse.
And a couple of monkeys. (These are supposed to be me and Eric. What, you don’t see the resemblance?)
And this guy, who looks like he could eat you, no?
Anyway, Merry Christmas! I hope yours is sweet and fun and just as long as you’d like it to be.
