The answer was so obvious that it couldn’t be overlooked, although I had been doing so for some time. Christmas was approaching with its usual glacial slowness, grinding south out of Canada steadily and relentlessly, and I was stuck in Day Care at the Bath Mat Factory. I could just use my time and materials at hand. A little red, a little green, some wooden beads made to to look like holly berries, and I would have a brand new project, never before attempted. This WAS allowed, so long as I met my quota on “Hand-crafted Holiday Cheer” for the gift shop. I was going to make a Santa’s Sleigh Ornament that would be passed down for generations, preferably through a sibling branch, and not my own. At this point in my life, I had no love for enduring traditions or their trappings, and little likelihood of developing any. My sibling and his offspring would be cursed to carry on the tradition of the Santa’s Sleigh Ornament in sentimental perpetuity.
The answer was so obvious that it couldn’t be overlooked, although I had been doing so for some time. Christmas was approaching with its usual glacial slowness, grinding south out of Canada steadily and relentlessly, and I was stuck in Day Care at the Bath Mat Factory. I could just use my time and materials at hand. A little red, a little green, some wooden beads made to to look like holly berries, and I would have a brand new project, never before attempted. This WAS allowed, so long as I met my quota on “Hand-crafted Holiday Cheer” for the gift shop. I was going to make a Santa’s Sleigh Ornament that would be passed down for generations, preferably through a sibling branch, and not my own. At this point in my life, I had no love for enduring traditions or their trappings, and little likelihood of developing any. My sibling and his offspring would be cursed to carry on the tradition of the Santa’s Sleigh Ornament in sentimental perpetuity.