I stooped down to inspect the packages laying neatly at my meager door. Excitedly (who doesn't like to get packages?!), I stepped through my door frame, cradling the soon-to-be opened postal booty. One from Oklahoma. One from Fort Worth.
I opened the wrong one first, revealing two Sooner Christmas tree ornaments from Father and Mother. "Oh, that's nice" I thought, but thinking I had no tree from which to let them hang.
Then I opened the big package and it all locked together like a con in shackles. (Good things obviously come in the BIG packages, people)
And now I have a Christmas tree, however small it might be. The Chubby Giant (Sister Laura) and the Tiny Pet (Bro-in-law Sam) gifted it from Texas Christian land.
Makes a man's one room apartment quite full of holiday might.
So to all a good night.