Outside of the town and the developments on the lake, there isn't any cable here. The only way you can get television is through the satellite services, Direct TV or Dish. Most people in the rural parts of the county don't have either of those because of expense or terrain masking. But people do have scanners.
So, every Christmas, the Sheriff's Department puts on a little thing for the kids. First a Deputy calls in and reports an unidentified flying object over the county. Then they ring sleigh bells , then the dispatcher says it's Santa Claus. It's a tradition here and for whatever reason I always listen to it. I'm sure kids all over the county do.
Nothing in town will be open today. Not even the gas stations or grocery stores. It's the only holiday of the year when everything shuts down.
My kids should be on their way South now. Depending on when they leave up there it will take about eight hours to get here if nothing goes wrong.
We got our tree finished up last night. We were waiting to decorate it until the last minute because the cats tear it up. I sprayed it with cat repellent and they still got up and broke a few ornaments but it looks pretty good today. Wouldn't bother if my grown children weren't coming. They are big into Christmas.
At Christmas time, I like to look back over the year, at difficult situations that transpired, and reflect on how I could have handled certain instances better. Like that run in with the four "black youths" in Chattanooga. I saw the movie "War Dogs", and the blacks in this scene remind me very much of those young men. I see now I should have been more sensitive to their culture and values. This would have been a much better way to resolve the issue, in retrospect.
Of course, if my ferrets had been with me, things might have gotten out of hand. They are not as even tempered and tolerant as I am. Oh, well. Water under the bridge.