A Christmas tree just doesn't look finished until there are gifts under it.
Speaking of driving, I mailed off my first car payment today. Now I feel legitimate -- like the car is actually mine. I suppose he needs a name...
We come from a long line of named cars, from way back when my dad had Maverick named Betsy. My first car was a Mercury Bobcat. He caught on fire in the parking lot of Parkdale Mall in Beaumont, TX. After that, I named him Dennis the Menace. My second car was an Alfa Romeo Alfetta I bought when I was in Italy, which I named Calvin -- after Calvin and Hobbes -- because he had a mind of his own.
When I got out of the Navy and returned Stateside, I bought a blue Tempo which went by the uninspired name of Little Blue. After he bit the dust, I drove a charcoal gray Taurus who was called Smoky -- when I bothered to call him anything. And of course, you all know Jimmy. Thus, the Focus needs a name.
More good news-- Beverly and James got a contract on their house! Yay! The bad news is, it's a cash sale, so they have to be out by the 30th. I suppose that's not really bad news, but it's going to make the next couple of weeks pretty busy. They were going to give me quite a bit of their old furniture, so now I've got to figure out where I'm going to put it all. I've got an idea, it's just a matter of getting it all into place. Well, we'll see.
Even though this is really more of an Epiphany song than a Christmas song, it's still one of my favorites.
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