4:31pm
There is something comforting about a Christmas tree. Even if it's made of plastic and
the chill in the room is from the air conditioning instead of from snow outside.
I am staring at the Gray family's Christmas tree. It has the sort of slow blinking lights that remind me of the moments of sleep before dreams. I want to carefully inspect every single ornament and hear its story. Every Christmas tree ornament should have a story behind it, I think.
They put up the tree while I was away in the city. I hope it was a good family thing for them, even though Robert is still not home. My family offerred to wait to do the Christmas tree thing til I'm at home, but I think the 19th is much too late. I told them to save the antique silver ball from Grama for me to put on.
I'm very excited about Christmas this year. All these decisions are being made for after I get home. I talked to Shaughn on the phone this morning and we made semi-detailed plans for the time between when I get home and when we have our own house. I read him a story, he read me some poems. If I were to say I love his voice, I would be making a vast understatement indeed. I've got to keep myself very busy with exciting things this last week so I don't miss home too hard.
Robert will be home tomorrow. It will be good for me to do something with him before I go.
There is a dumb black and white war movie on the television right now. Is it just me or do all the actors in b&w movies seem to be overacting? Are they compensating for a lack of expressive colour in their faces? I'd rather watch the Christmas tree.
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