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My Dog Pooped All Over My Attempt at Christmas Memories
In case you thought you were doing a poor job at Christmas...
Sometimes the world is a living metaphor.
I normally love the holiday season, from Halloween prep all the way through to New Year’s Eve — and especially Christmas. I spoil my kids rotten, piles of gifts greeting them under the tree Christmas morning, probably a product of my Jewish upbringing, where I longed for candy canes and Christmas cookies instead of candles and potato pancakes.
But this year.
Damn, this has been a tough holiday season —with new meds to prove it.
We haven’t gone to the mountains to see snow, or even seen Santa. We haven’t baked any cookies. I don’t even have any candy canes in the house and it’s Christmas Eve Day, so I’d really better get on that. We got a tree and put it up. My youngest helped hang the ornaments; my eldest at nearly 16 has a Very Busy Social Life and so wasn’t around for the decorating.
You get the idea.
So yesterday, determined to get in some Christmas cheer just under the wire, I took my youngest to Swanson’s Nursery. It’s a treasure of a destination here in Seattle for plant enthusiasts, and at Christmas they tend to do it up…
