By Mark Saleski
Last year, after a couple of trips to the hardware store, it appeared that we had enough hooks to decorate our Christmas tree. True to form, shortly after stocking up we managed to find the lost" hooks and now have enough to hang stuff on a tree suitable for Rockefeller Center.
Also last year, I said that it felt very strange going through these activities with neither of my parents around. In fact, it still feels that way, and it bugs me that I never asked either of my folks how they felt about it in their own situations. I was pretty sure that by now, most of these feelings would have faded somewhat, but then I open the box that holds the ceramic Christmas tree that Mom made (during the great ceramics fad of the 1970's)the very same tree that I brought to the nursing home so Dad could have it in his window seatand well...no, those lines of thought are still around.
Don't mistake this as some kind of lament about the season. No, me and TheWife
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