

When I got home I cut a small limb from a pine in the yard and placed it in a vase on the kitchen counter. I decorated it with blue lights and placed tangerines around the base. It was very pretty I must say. I waited for The Big Irish Head to wake. He stumbled into the Kitchen. Sat under the branch and colored lights, picked up his phone and made a few calls (picture above). Then he asked for a coffee and we talked a bit. About a half hour later he noticed the 'tree', my Christmas gift to him. He said what is that?..and took a sip of coffee.
Sooo,..my little inspiration didn't go over so well and the spirit died with me. But I realize now, next year I am going to play. I will play Christmas next year! It will be a first for us and we have a lot of catching up to do...but I am ready to play. A lot of my friends are real Christmas lovers, so I have great sources for inspiration...but that is next year....
for now....it is onward to the WORLD BALL!
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