Morgen, Kinder, wird's was geben

[muckefuck]

So, plans have more-or-less congealed for tonight: I'll leave work a bit early and hope to make it down by 6 p.m., when I'm meeting a German acquaintance "am Glühweinstand". Hopefully, we'll be able to elbow our way to a table in there and take turns fetching food. A couple of people have told me they'll stop by later; if I'm not there, I may be clawing my way through the Sweets Castle to snatch the last package of Anislaibchen, so ring me on my cell and we'll attempt to set a rendezvous.

This morning, after I admired the dangling lights monshu had hung in the dining room, he took me to the parlour and asked how I'd feel about him buying more sets for the sunroom windows. Perhaps a large snowflake for the centre? Just over a week ago, when I first starting talking about what decorations I wanted to put up, Mr Christmas-Is-Not-My-Holiday had told me, "That's all your thing." His façade began to come loose during the Gethsemane trip last weekend. Now--three sets of light, two packages of spangly balls, and one adorable Pooh ornament later--I'm asking myself, What have I created? More importantly, what will I come home to tonight?