Today we went and got our Christmas tree. We'd picked it out last week at Bear's Farm, and today we picked it up. I always feel a little guilty about killing a tree for the holiday; as I was adding water to it, the image crossed my mind of an alien species having X-mas human heads in buckets of nutrients, doomed to die after a month or two but adding a festive touch to their alien festivities.
But the tree went up easily, it's one of the better-looking ones we've had, and while it was a bit arduous putting the lights on, I eventually got it done.
(Note to self: put the lights on the tree before placing it in the corner.)
Another random thought: I think I enjoyed Christmas more back when I was a christian. That's not at all surprising, of course.
Hmmm, the Holiday Human Heads inspires thoughts of either a novelty item or a Simpsons bit. Or..an SF or Fantasy story about a race of headhunters who collect the heads of enemies and aliens (other races, whatever), plus friends and relatives who would otherwise just die and keep the heads alive in perpetuity as trophies, companions, and advisors. Hmmm, a pity that I'm really not a fiction writer; that's actually a good idea. Which means it has to have been done already, of course.
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