I’m not sure what a sugar plum is, but if they dance in people’s heads this time of year that would explain a few things. It’s the day before Christmas and I’ve been feeling a little crazy–well maybe not crazy. (Although Myren my chauffeur has been insisting that I must be crazy with increasing frequency lately.) Maybe I’m feeling a little odd. No. Odd isn’t the right word. How about out of sorts?
Let me give you an example.
The other night I had an irresistible urge to finally find out what a blue light special at KMart is all about. At midnight. And Saturday we went to the mall and I was totally undaunted by the fact that the only parking space Myren could find was at the Sears Auto Center. I said, “Myren, since we’re here, have them throw some flashing lights on the sleigh–I mean car.” (That was one of those times Myren referred to me as crazy.) Do you think this suggestion was a little odd or merely out of sorts?
Then there’s the fact that I have that giant dead evergreen tree standing in the middle of my house–except it’s not so green anymore. On the bright side, my floor is carpeted in lovely greenish needles and the place smells like a forest.
Is this normal behavior?
Let me rephrase that–is this sane behavior? After all, maybe a lot of us go a little crazy at Christmas time. Let’s call it the Sugar Plum Effect. Since we’re all doing it, it must be normal. Even Myren has taken to wearing ties with flashing lights. But that’s okay. I have my special holiday sunglasses at the ready.
The day before Christmas and all through my house, quiet sane people have turned into giddy children and can’t wait for a fat man in red to climb down our chimney.
I love this season and wish you all whatever your sugar plum-addled heads dream about all year long to come true on this night.