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One of the benefits of living in a house that has been lived in by several generations of your family is that there are ghosts lurking around just about every corner.

I am the opposite of a packrat. I am a thrower out of things. This tendency has only been amplified now that I live in a tiny house by the sea.

I sleep with my window open all year long, and for whatever reason this winter has been milder than most. So the bird population in my yard and along the river opposite my house has barely diminished all year.

The weird thing is, I didn't even make any resolutions this year.

Did I mention that I write a monthly column over at the Very Impressive History Blog Wonders and Marvels?

There's been an awful lot of chatter this winter about how unseasonable the weather's been so far, and how things weren't like this when we were kids, and how it's a damn shame about New England not getting a proper white Christmas this year as is fit and proper.

I set out this year to do Christmas right.

It's now two weeks before the end of the year, and I have a million things to do.

I was up in Boston for a little shindig at my old school the other day, and I neglected to notice until it was too late that this particular little shindig would be finishing up right in the middle of rush hour. On a Friday afternoon.

I decorated my very first Christmas tree last night.