Our stockings have been hung by our secret fireplace, and we’ve collected our holiday greetings along our miniscule mantle. Just when it seems to be time for a long winter’s nap, however, I had to hop an early morning cab to the airport. Melissa left yesterday, so the TFH will be all by itself this Christmas. But though Christmas Eve and morn will be quiet–save the hissing of its steam pipes, the clatter and creaks of its radiator and our neighbor’s continued vocal efforts–the apartment has been well prepped for our absence.
Our bedroom light has been restored to its former brilliance. The tiny fun houseplant has 10 oz. of refreshment on hand (only the finest of tap waters will do). Timers are set, AC adpters unplugged. And since we’re out of town, that jolly old elf won’t get ensnared by Melissa’s silken Santa-net covering the fireplace.
