Oh Tidings of Comfort and Joy...

The glow of my new set of flea market

bought Christmas lights adorn

the still living tree I’ve named Pete,

after Fudge’s long suffering elder brother

from the middle grade book series that still

makes the aspiring middle grade author chuckle

despite first installment entering its golden jubilee

in 2012, as well as turning 36 myself.

Long absent smile finds its way back to face

as I behold artisan made decorations I’ve spent

over24 total hours scouring the Net

and non-big box businesses for.

Items I brought to celebrate the Son of God’s birth

is fair trade,

artist made,

local economy sustaining,

or good works supporting;

preferably all four.

I am certain

the Most Holy beams down

on my relocated grin.