A HOLIDAY OBVIOUSERVATION

Year after year, the same ornaments, the same smells, the same music, the same weather, the same anticipation, and then . . . suddenly . . . one careless glance in the mirror and its "Holy Crap where'd this OLD dude come from?" Thank God the house smells of pine, and pulsates in twinkling C-7 color. Slowly, the blood pressure returns to normal . . .