Jing-aling, here them ring, it’s Christmas time in the city!  Celebrating this blessed season is amazingly different here in the suburbs than where I grew up…small town midwestern United States.  Back home, I was single and living with my parents.  There wasn’t a rush for Christmas decorations to be put up on Thanksgiving weekend.  We put the artificial tree up around December 20th.  Christmas lights were simple, just around the front porch, and only if it wasn’t too cold and snowy.  If I wore a rePresents weren’t extravagant, we were more worried about if the car would make it into town with the amount of gas left in the tank.  Here in suburbia as a parent, I have this inner rush to decorate the entire house by Saturday after Thanksgiving, with every storage box put away by Monday.  Lights must string the entire front of the house, with some inside for good measure.  The real tree is up and decorated with handmade and store bought ornaments.  There are new seasonal pictures put out, and games, books, movies and toys just ready to stimulate that Christmas feeling.  The CD’s got a Christmas lullaby sweetly covering the click-clack of doggy footsteps running to catch the baby’s dropped Christmas cookie.  My therapy bill comes in the mail tomorrow…