I'm a little lethargic when it comes to getting the Christmas spirit. My world's orbit wouldn't wobble if Christmas came and went unacknowledged. However, a long string of stars aligned and the totality of my Christmas-lovin' gene pool descended upon my apartment. So I put on one hell of a show. By that I mean I scored one of the last four ratty trees left at Lowe's on the 24th and threw some scarves and earrings on it.