“Is that the best you could do?” asked Crisp as I sat back pleased with my efforts. I could tell right from the outset that this Christmas was going to be challenging.
“I think it’s perfect,” I replied.
“Huh, when I was a kid our tree would touch the ceiling. We’d spend the day making decorations and putting them on. One year dad fell off the ladder trying to attach the star on top. Landed in a heap. Broke his hip. Put a real dampener on Christmas what with visits to the hospital, mum upset, tears everywhere, it was a real schnozzle I can tell you.”
I looked at Crisp, my aging companion, and wondered how it was she could be so exact in her memory about some things and have not the slightest idea of what day it was.