Once December comes it gets hectic. We usually don't start to decorate until at least the 23rd. It's been a ritual. We find the last tree no one else wants. We drink something sweet. Jim gets on a ladder to string some lights. I point to the right. To the left. We laugh. I start to get too bossy. Jim has better ideas than me, his Danish DNA, so we go with it. This year I have an urge to get rid of anything holiday-ish that doesn't resonate with me or mean anything to me.
Jim said, "Even those orange tree balls?"
I said, " Yeah I don't care about those."
He said, "Really? Why?"
Me: "Because I can't remember why I got them in the first place. I think because they're orange, but other that I think I was just desperate for some stuff when I got them."
He said, "Yeah I gotcha".
I'm in the mood for some new memories, no more schoolyard shit.