Thanksgiving Eve

It was Thanksgiving Eve and I decide to put up my tree for the first time in more than five years. 

 

Good choice. 

 

I was thinking to myself, self, we can’t keep doing this, melancholy and all this time of year, year after year. 

 

September and October are my favorite time of year. But there’s always a little niggle in the deep recess of my noggin: holidays are coming. 

 

Makes my tummy hurt. 

 

Impending holidays. 

 

Mindset. 

 

So, I then tell Maggie Rose, as we wake up to several inches of snow on Thanksgiving Day, Maggie Rose, I’m going to move my body, stop the steal of peace and happiness, and I’m going to cook up a storm and enjoy our tree. 

 

And I did just that. 

 

It’s a purdy little tree, (only slightly larger than Charlie Brown's tree), the one I set up in my dining room back in Texas, old time wooden ornaments. 

 

It’s perfect for Maggie Rose and me. 

 

It makes me smile. 

 

Mission accomplished.