I'm trying really hard, and there's nothing like a trashy Christmas tree to warm the heart to Christmas. I stopped at Rite Aid on the way into work and got this 4-foot fiberoptic tree and two $2 boxes of ornaments.
Topping this wonderful tackiness is the hideous clown my mother bought me for Christmas several years ago. It's an Annalee doll, which supposedly is a collector's thing. I don't collect them. In fact, I don't like clowns (or mascots), and this one is particularly awful.
But I needed a tree topper and the plastic star I bought was too heavy. So there was Freako, and up he went.
My editor, Bruce, said the tree needs more lights, but you don't want to overwhelm the fiberoptics. One has to be careful not to overdo.
My real tree is entirely different -- just white lights, no blinking, mostly hand-made (by me) ornaments and no tinsel. We'll put that up this weekend.
But dressing up the office has made me feel a little better -- a little sillier. I needed that.
Can't you just hear Christmas bells ringing?
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