I studied my Christmas tree, not comprehending what was wrong with it. Something was off.
I circumnavigated it like a fretful boat on a sea that was too calm—as if expecting a kraken to suddenly breach its briny surface.
Everything was there. Shiny garlands. Christmas balls. Even a ruby star on top! So… what gave?
Then I looked at the wall. My calendar read May 23rd. I considered this… and took the calendar down.
I adjusted one of the balls then got on with my day. Who cared about dates when I was in a perfect New Year’s mood?
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
I believe the calendar was wrong 😁
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Waaa-aaa-aaa-yyy wrong! 😆
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Sometimes, squirrels and owls launch from Christmas trees, and I believe they can be Kraken-like in their destruction. Let’s not let their smaller size fool us into thinking otherwise.
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Things are never what they seem on the surface, are they, Dave? Totally agree! 🤣
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I imagined this from the perspective of an obstinate old lady.
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Ha! That’s brilliant! Yes, I think that absolutely fits! 😆
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Whenever the mood is right, May you have a merry little out of syncmass.
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Thank you, Obby! And the same to you… with a Happy New Year thrown in for good measure!
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I adored this. Perfection 🙂
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Thank you, Em! And Happy New Year! 😄
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You as well 💖
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Love it!
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Thanks, VJ! 😀
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My pleasure!
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