by Becky Slatten
IT’S BEEN SUGGESTED that I might go a little overboard at Christmastime. It’s true that I decorate literally everything and listen to Christmas music non-stop and watch Hallmark Christmas movies and color-coordinate my gift wrap, etc., etc., etc., but I’m ok with it. It certainly beats the alternative, the ultimate symbol that you’ve given up on life: the dreaded tabletop tree.
I still remember walking into my grandparents’ house, home from college for the holidays, and there it was: a horrible, embarrassing, garish little nightmare of a plastic tree that whispered, “Santa Claus is dead.” I admit I got a little confrontational. “And what is that?!,” I demanded...
