NOTHING IN PARTICULAR

Yesterday I was sitting on the couch with Chris when the postman showed up with a package. I jumped up to get it and generally acted like a two year old with the “What is it?â€? and “Is it for me?â€? questions. Chris said “No. It’s not for youâ€? and carefully opened the box. Apparently he bought a Firefly ornament. He purchased it months ago and had been waiting anxiously for it to arrive. He lifted the ornament box out of the packing box and very gently opened it. He spent so much time removing the ornament from its box, that I had time to go to the bathroom, pee, wash my hands, walk back to the kitchen and refill my water glass. By the time I got back to the living room he finally had the ornament out of the box for viewing pleasure.

Me: “Well, I guess this means we have to get the Christmas tree out this year.â€?

Chris: “We don’t have to if don’t want to.â€?

Me: “No, no. I think we should. I think it will be good.â€?

Chris: “Oh good! I was hoping you would say that!â€?

Hearing him say that made me tear up a little. It just reminded me of what a bitch I was during that time of year last year. I don’t think I was bitchy to Chris (at least I didn’t mean to be), but I was generally crudgmugen about any thing and every thing dealing with the Holidays. I don’t want to be that kind of person.

Chris was so excited about his new Christmas tree ornament. He looked like a little kid. When he pulled it out of the box he said “This is my favorite ornamentâ€?. We’re going to need a bigger tree.