Doesn’t Christmas bring you back to your childhood? I think I’ve mentioned in a comment here or there that I have a friend whose babysitter was Cher, well, not exactly a babysitter — but even as she began her recording career (in her late teens) it was she who kept an eye on him. I can state unequivocally that Ann-Margret was not my babysitter, but she looked just enough like her to confuse a child. That child being me, once upon a time. As the holidays roll around I veer between decorating in the avant-garde style of my mother — one year I gathered huge downed tree limbs after what passes for a winter storm here in Los Angeles and hung them with red glass ornaments —
and sometimes I go full tilt Sixties; kill a tree, load it with glitter and serve Glögg… Get Into The Holiday Spirit With Scandinavian Glogg : NPR. I’ll keep you posted… But, this year I’m thinking of something along the lines of eight feel tall and covered in tinsel.