Christmas at Estrogen Estates

The tree is up,,and down,,and up,,and down. Six cats have seen to that. They can dismantle and undecorate it much faster than I can put it all back into white lighted prettiness. I can hear them playing kitty hockey with one of the angels on the hardwood floors right now. The animated lighted deer are no longer having sex in the front yard. They appear to have been shot in a drive by assault and are piled in a twinkling heap on the lawn. I'm not sure which way the neighbors prefer them. Christmas music is competing with Laffy Taffy for air space and time. The Christmas chocolates are appropriately poked and the favorites eaten leaving the undesirables with their gooey insides running into the little brown paper shells. The only "Trail of Lights" I've been able to see is the one of cars stuck in traffic on 620 each evening on my way home from work. Life is grand. Busy and festive and chaotic,,and grand. Robert and I went and walked the 37th street light display. Amazing effort by that neighborhood. Went to Fred and Bennys annual Gala. They had as many lights in and around their house as the rest of Austin combined. Perfectly overblown and incredible. House is/has been/will be full of laughing kids,,,eating the Christmas cookies, drinking the hot tea and cranberry warmer, sleeping in front of the fireplace. It's Christmas at Estrogen Estates.