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John Stalmach's avatar

Now that I have been a widower for a while, and the grandchildren are nearly all grown (one married, one working, two in college and the youngest a junior in high school) decorating for Christmas has changed a bit.

No more trees. (There’s an artificial one in the garage that hasn’t come out in years; it replaced an artificial one that was losing more needles, plastic, than a natural one.) Now I have a wicker stool where a stuffed collie dog, Hooper, sits by the back door; most of the year he wears one of my western hats. Early in December I switch it for a Santa hat.

The dog is named Hooper because my younger daughter won him years ago tossing hoops at a carnival booth downtown. He wears a western hat since the 2024 election season when I saw a re-election poster for our sheriff, whose last name is Hooper, wearing a similar hat. So now I have the sheriff watching my back door.

A few more seasonal items are scattered around the living room including a small poinsettia brought by a neighbor last week. Some of the old ornaments are now stored on a high shelf above the kitchen sink; the rest are in boxes on a high shelf in the garage. Both require a ladder or at least a step stool to reach. I suppose the grandchildren will inherit those ornaments.

This works for me now. Both daughters have decorated trees; we will be having our celebration at the younger one’s place. Now I need to finish packing gift boxes for neighbors on my street. Merry Christmas to all.

Jannirose Fenimore's avatar

I enjoy the fruits of your super-powered imagination, Bob. Makes life in this topsy-turvy world more tolerable.

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