Down the Rabbit hole
Little me adored this time of year. The lights, the music and the tree decorating all gave me a feeling of warmth deep down in my little Punky Brewster soul.
Today I can appreciate the lights because I love a good sparkle. The music is fine as long as it’s instrumental. The tree? Well, I already have too many things around my room collecting dog hair.
What I do miss is that gid…
