Sunday afternoon I grew weary of the crime dramas and such that filled my television screen, so I went looking for the stations that, at least on my cable company, run only music. I was in the mood for a little classical music and my CD collection is a tad light in that category.

Sunday afternoon I grew weary of the crime dramas and such that filled my television screen, so I went looking for the stations that, at least on my cable company, run only music. I was in the mood for a little classical music and my CD collection is a tad light in that category.


While flipping through the channels, I decided to see what was being played on the one marked "Seasonal." Halloween was gone and Christmas is months away, so I wondered what Thanksgiving music would sound like? Sitting here right now, I can’t think of a single Thanksgiving song. Perhaps no one at the cable company could either because the second I flipped the channel selector to the "Seasonal" channel, I heard Bing Crosby. No, dear reader, Mr. Crosby didn’t have a big hit with a turkey trot tune. It was Christmas music. Gosh that’s early, and I started to pitch a fit.


But, I had had a pretty relaxing afternoon and I was thinking about working on a craft project, so I decided to leave the station be for a while. Soon the craft project — cutting out Thanksgiving-related paper dolls for my niece — took a bit of a detour as well. Before I knew it, I found myself knee deep in homemade Christmas cards. And I found myself singing along with the Christmas carols — not loud, just ever so softly and happily.


Don’t ask me why, but I LOVE to make cards. I think I have a stray Martha Stewart gene running around in my DNA. It isn’t however, a dominate one because my cards are no where near the works of art Stewart turns out. My main problem, as I see it, is my refusal to be so precise about everything. The maven of all things homemade would have me measure every inch of every card and make sure everything lines up perfectly. If I did all of that, the relaxation would evaporate like fumes from the rubber cement. So I don’t. Sure, the cards are less perfect, but somehow that makes them seem more personal.


Or maybe that is just the way I see them after spending hours locked in a room filled with the fumes from the rubber cement? I spent hours Sunday running a craft cutter and piecing together angels with glittery wings and flowing gowns. Who knows if there is any real correlation, but Sunday night, I slept like a happy little puppy next to a warm fireplace.


Happy birthday Tuesday to David Scott, Bradley Barnum, Danice Mycale Braxton and Keisha Taylor, all of Denison; Demetra Blanton of Sherman; Marge Hinton of Grandview, Mo.; Eleanor Edmund.


Happy anniversary Tuesday to David and Connie Hartwig of Sherman, 47 years; Charles and Wanda Greene of Sherman, 30 years; B.K. and Stephanie May of Sherman, 29 years; Frank and Kim Haley of Tom Bean, 14 years; Arron and Kirsty Wolfe, 2 years.