I began to write another blog entry, but somehow it seemed blasphemous. I've begun listening to Pandora's Hipster Holiday station and have found some spirit, weird as that is. I'll be eating dinner at my mother's neighbor's house which should tell you all you need to know about my current situation. Christmas will be even less involved, just my mother and I. The weather is not nice. One must alternate using the a.c. and the heater throughout the day or the humidity becomes overwhelming. Still, I want to celebrate in some romantically unsentimental way. Cocktails and music and good hors d'oeuvre.
And though there is no snow here, no sleighs nor jing-jing-jingaling, this is the song for the season. I'm all in. Let the party begin.
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