The Tao of Allison

The difference between being young and old is Christmas. Not the cliché that Christmas is for kids but that when I was a kid, Christmas took FOREVER to arrive… sometimes, time would actually go backwards. Now at the fragrant age of 32 and four fifths, Christmas has arrived with a speed normally reserved for professional athletes. Literally it was the start of December and now it isn’t. It’s the 19th. The problem is I don’t know what happened to those 19 days because they went by so damn quick. I put up a tree and bought a few presents. It’s all rather mystifying. Not that I am complaining but a bit of foreplay would have been nice…