Rockin’
There’s no one left who’d remember for sure now.
I used to hate Jingle Bell Rock, but now I’ve been happily singing it to myself all morning. They warned me I would get a sentimental feeling, and they were totally right.
The kid and I have had some rough Christmases, and this year, so far, it’s mostly made me appreciate the pleasant things. I’m exceedingly pleased with my decorations. My piano window …
