I just read Dick Cavett’s Christmas commentary, and it made me think of one of my favorite Christmas stories, Truman Capote’s “A Christmas Memory.” It’s a beautiful, but ultimately terribly sad story. It’s so evocative of love and something else I can’t quite name, something important, something that we lose, that I endure the price of sadness and usually read it every year. I really recommend it if you’ve never read it.
Then I remembered that I had decided that this year I had to come up with new Christmas traditions, that Christmas was not the same and I needed to change with it. It hasn’t been the same for a long time, but I refuse to let go.
I couldn’t think of anything though. Go away every Christmas? Do some charitable act? Maybe I will think of something next year.
Someone decorated the poles holding up this scaffolding. Good job, someone.