We bought our six-foot Christmas tree, a Noble Fir indeed, on a frosty evening of full-moon glory yesterday. All the citizens of the village seemed to be in town, shopping or – like us – choosing the important Tree; everyone was "Merry Christmas"-ing one another, laughing and chatting: we felt like we'd lived here all our lives! Our trusty (brawny) volunteer firemen were manning the tree lot; they wrestled the chosen one into our car trunk for us. We drove home and stood it in a corner of the front porch; (I hope it's still there, haven't looked yet, unless the deer, bears, or raccoons have carried it off).
So today, we stay mostly at home, decorating and lighting and such. I did my holiday running-around yesterday – no crowds, just a few cheery shoppers – and the only brief traffic snarl was caused by a flagman on our lovely, curvy Route 9, running interference for the lumberjacks and linemen who are always so busy up here, year-round.
I still have to brave the Boulder Creek post office to send off a couple of packages; goodness, there might be a crowd of five people ahead of me there, I guess.
There's rain and rumors of rain, coming this weekend they say. But we will have finished up all our weather-proofing by the end of this week, so let it pour!
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