I am not allowed in the stores right now. I know myself. I
have no self control. Well, I did need lights, didn’t I? It was a sale after all. I can
manage a string of lights without going right off the rails. No worries, I have got this
covered. As I eyed the wares, I listened
to a woman say, “There ought to be a law
against putting Christmas decorations up before December first." She seemed aggrieved. I nodded and said
nothing. My eyes went to the artificial poinsettias in plastic vases on either
side of the door. I smiled fondly. You see my last Christmas was in Lombok. It
seemed like a good idea at the time and I vaguely knew what I was getting into but as we left the country I said to myself, well maybe I could have
done with at least one Christmas bulb. Nor did I feel welcome there. It is Muslim
being influenced hundreds of years ago by Saudi traders. I remember the monkeys
on the roof, the enormous spiders, the rice fields, the downpours, the calls to
Allah before dawn as today I unpack my Christmas decoration box, take cookies
out of the oven, and write Christmas cards by the fire. I love Christmas.