Burning the Christmas Greens

Most years on Dec. 21, on winter solstice, we’ve burned the previous year’s Christmas greens. Some years we get our act together and have a solstice party where I read William Carlos Williams’ poem “Burning the Christmas Greens.” We drink hot cider and mulled wine. We watch the first sun of the new season go down with our friends, and note the descent into the early...

Assembling Christmas

The other night we erected our yearly eight-foot Fraser Fir. It fills one corner of our big living room. I watched from the couch as Russell and Betsy trimmed the majestic tree. This year I was feeling nostalgic, thinking about Christmases past as they assembled this one. As my only contribution I offered some coaching if I saw a significant void in the field of decoration. In nearly a decade as...

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