Childhood me loved Christmas. My delight at the absurdity of bringing a tree inside outweighed any distress at cutting it down, an act that would have normally bothered me, a lot. (That tree wasn’t hurting anyone. Where will Ranger Rick and his friends live now?) The decorations, of all types: 1950s rocket-martini-chic plastic, the blown … Continue reading Snow Lives: 1979, 2021→
