Blank Slate

Not to get all cornball on you, but my favorite part of the holidays comes before they’ve even started.

When it’s all still an idea in your head, waiting. My little silver Charlie Brown Christmas tree/Hanukkah bush will never look as good as it does in my mind’s eye.

But I’m sort of liking it this way, bare with just one bird that was sitting on the top of the pile inside the Rubbermaid, the pile I have yet to dig into.