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It occurred to me today that this will be the last Christmas tree that my family shares as one under the same roof. Next year I'll have my own tree, wherever I am. And my parents probably won't have one without me here to do it (unless I show up and put it up for them, which of course I will; but it still won't be my tree like this one is.)

So it's the end of a quarter-century-long era. My childhood ornaments will go unused from now on unless I take them with me (or unless I refuse to let my parents go treeless.)

(Why, why am I the only one who cares about this stuff?)

I have typed out my Latin passages and their translations. I used my own crappy translations with just a little help from some stuff I found online. (Okay, a lot of help. Leave me alone, this is the very end for me and I'll do whatever I have to to see that it's done.)

(So many endings. Don't I get a beginning in here somewhere?)

So now I get to decorate the tree. By myself. Again. But it's still my family tree, one last year.

Unless I'm still living here next year, in which case we'll have to get a much larger, sturdier tree so that I can hang myself from it...

(Just kidding. Sheesh. Don't take my stapler away or anything*.)

Oh, and the tree, whom I've named Lorelei, went up like a breeze this year. No cursing or sweating or having to tie it to the wall. It's like she knew this was a special year.

*I love inside jokes with myself!

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