Sunday, December 24, 2000

 

12:49 a.m. I woke up this morning not knowing what day it is/was. At first I thought it was already Christmas and that I had forgotten all about it -- that I had just not remembered Christmas eve and here I was. It was a very empty feeling.

So, just like Scrooge, I have had a chance to mend my measly ways. Once I fully woke up and reconnected with the calendar, I knew I had a whole day to find a tree and decorate it and thus, know.

Of course, the local tree place was closed and shuttered, but this year I just happened to have a nice, if short, limon (sic) tree outside that I've pressed into service. I've covered it with lights and beads and one shining ball and now it beams brightly from the corner of the room, holding this most sacred hour in its quivering space.