Christmas, Inc.

Okay, an update on the decoration dilemma.

You knew I'd cave.

Yup, I put the stuff up anyway. I figured that, being a 16 going on 36 year old, Adam secretly wanted me to put up the stuff but didn't know how to tell me in a way that would maintain his "cool." So I played sentimental Daddy and did it anyway. Lights on the house. Wreath on the door. Tree with ornaments and lights and a poorly strewn strand of plastic golden beads all over the tree. Very festive.

I need to take some time tomorrow when the courts are closed so that I can get some Christmas shopping done. I will likely try to limit the Christmas gifts this year to things which are easily mailed--thank you, gift cards--and not beat my head over what someone I haven't seen in a few years (my niece and nephew in SoCal) or ever (my grand-nephews in Sacramento) might want.

I do love shopping, though. It's the 14-year-old girl in me, that likes the sparkle and glitz and outright tackiness of Christmas in America. I am not one of those who bemoans how commercial Christmas has become. I say, make it more commercial. Deck the halls with advertisements from Sears. Trim the tree with the latest circular from K-Mart. I wonder if the wise men stopped at Kohl's on their way to the manger? Gold, Frankinsense and Myrrh are great, but you know kids. They need underwear and want toys. If it had been me, I might have thrown in a GI Joe for the Baby Jesus, peace on earth but keep yourself armed just in case.

The law calendar has slowed a bit, so I can get myself caught up before the new year. I might even try to take a day or two off, though I seem to have cases on the 22 and 24. Sigh and double sigh.

Oh well. Maybe I can walk in the Arcata Forest in the rain. A Humboldt Christmas. And not a circular in sight.