Christmas died today.
Well, not really, but that line got your attention. It was merely a case of dismantling and packing up our Christmas decorations. I even carefully wound and labeled the light strings (which does not necessarily mean that it will easy next time).
As luck will have it, the next time will be in two years. Next Christmas, I’ll be spared the aggravation of choosing a tree, untangling strings of lights, and other male challenges. I will merely enjoy looking at other peoples’ decorative efforts, albeit without fir trees or cold weather. Christmas spirit is not quite the same with plastic fir trees and palms, but one can enjoy sunshine and warm weather. It will be a reasonable trade-off. I can imagine myself commenting on the joy of missing aggravation associated with Christmas.
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Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.