CHRISTMAS DOWN SOUTH.
It's Christmastime in the south. I pulled my Christmas box of decorations out this morning, then sat on the floor next to the box, and fell into a trance. I dreamed of Christmas in the past, present, and future, but I'm no Scrooge.
I planned on putting my Christmas decorations out today, but it doesn’t feel like Christmas time in Louisiana. The weather outside feels like spring, not winter, which is great, but the state of Louisiana is confused, meaning, it thinks it's spring, it’s behind the rest of the states in America on everything from fashion to politics, so I’m not surprised.
Hopefully, the wintery scent of our crispy pines will sail down the muddy Mississippi soon.
Every year, I drag my decorated old lady tree out of the box a few days after Thanksgiving, although this year it felt heavier. I would have never dreamed I would have a fake tree already decorated. I used to laugh at my grandmother's packaged tree, and now I have one.
I call it the "empty nest" tree, the one that you put up every Christmas in case your children stop by, or anyone else for that matter.
