"One of us," says Ailz- looking at me with a penetrating gaze- "is going to have to put up the Christmas tree today...."
Yes, well, the front room is mostly clear of clutter now. I just need to vac in there and it'll be back to something like normal. Time to get in the mood....
Edwin Morgan's
"The Computer's First Christmas Card" pops into my head. It makes me happy and festive. The site I've linked to has the text but also a kid performing it- a prodigious feat of memory and verbal control. The poem was first published in 1968- when computers were things that filled rooms and had all the brain power of a budgerigar.....