After Christmas

 Most people do love the Christmas holiday even if they can't spell Frankensince, like me in this late hour.  Perhaps the best thing about it all and that strangers actually smile at each other and cheerily call out Merry Christmas. Generally people growl at each other. Sad to see all the abandoned trees on the lots, so important and expensive on December 24, forlorn and forgotten on December 25. The spilling over trash cans all along my historic block is annoying.   I was thinking about all the presents and to tell the truth, I cannot remember one single Christmas present I've received in past years. I know I must have loved them at the time, but what about a present with some real meaning, like in an O.Henry tale? For some ungodly reason, I wait to wrap presents until Christmas Eve and then I am up all night doing just that. Doesn't matter how resolved I am never to do it again, Christmas Eve rolls around to find me in the same state of stupid. I received some lovely gifts this year from my Twins, thoughtful and right on time.  Whatever ambivelant feelings I have about this holiday, get pushed aside in order to celebrate with my sweet babies and that's a good thing for Ruth Adkins Robinson.