when my life gets to be much, which has been the case for weeks now, i like to lay on my back, inch under the christmas tree till my head reaches the stand, and look up into the branches, lights, and glisten.
it numbs the "much" in life.
i call it christmas tree zen.
and if you add a glass of fine wine, well, you've pretty much have found a winer wonderland.
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My Christmas tree has gotten smaller and smaller each year, until I can't get under it any more (has nothing to do with weight!), but I remember the loveliness of looking up from under. Thanks for the memory my friend. And hey, CHEER UP!!!!! You are one of my most favorite people!
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