While Mr. Rosenberg was outside hanging the lights on the house, Bob and I finally decorated the tree that's been standing in the living room since last Sunday night. We used no discretion. We loaded her up with every ornament in the bin. Plus beads. Plus this wired fuzzy striped long pipe cleaner kind of stuff. We listened to Christmas music. We ate a few gingerbread things. But still.
It's like I left the front door unlocked and the holidays have let themselves in without me noticing. It really doesn't feel 'tis the season for me yet. I think that's why we may have decorated the tree a little frantically. We threw everything we had at it, hoping just one more glass angel, one more clothes pin Santa Claus would be the thing to finally make us sit back and say, "Yes. At last. Now it's Christmas-time." It hasn't happened yet, but it will.
And when it does, we'll be ready.