The most wonderful time of the year

It is that time of year again. As much as I love spring and summer, due to my desire to grow things, Thanksgiving through the New Year holds a very special place in my heart and memories. As I mentioned earlier, I can't "truly remember" a lot about my past. I can't dive in and pick a specific day and tell you what I was doing or what anyone else was doing, those types of memories just aren't there. Hell, I can't tell you what I did yesterday (that's not actually true, work let out early and I did some indoor plant work that I had been putting off). I am a Christmas nut believe it or not. I am that guy that ran around the office at my corporate job dropping bottles of wine randomly on people I worked with desks. I am pretty sure they knew it was me, but I didn't leave a note or card. Why, I was hoping they felt that little tinge of magic. The one I felt during the holidays. See, it was all magical to me. I don't allow myself to ...