But in the midst of all that neatness is a helter-skelter of rabbit tracks ... this way, that way, the other way ... delivering nothing but a reminder that Peter or Priscilla Rabbit had come and gone. How I hope, given the raw cold, that s/he was wearing thermal socks.
Yesterday, in town, after finding a hard-to-find parking slot, I started a long-ish trek towards a store where I might buy Christmas knick-knacks, but the cold was such that I chickened out. It was just too cold and I was just too old and I turned back... and by chance stumbled on an overpriced store quite near to my parking place.
I went in. I perused. I spent. Isn't that the 'Christmas spirit?'
There is something to be said for acceding to your inner wuss.