Green Not Alone in Summertime
By Jeff Baker
“I think it’s early,” Silvio said. “Way too early is why.”
“Of course it’s early,” Mitchell said. “But I didn’t want to wait until July or August this year.
“March is way too early to take Christmas card pictures,” Silvio said.
“Says the man who ordered his nephew’s Christmas present last week,” Mitchell said.
“This way we have it out of the way early,” Silvio said. “Besides, I found it in the storeroom this morning. I had to move it out of the way, so no sense letting it go to waste.”
“Hey, you’re not thinking of wearing those shorts are you?” Mitchell asked.
“You mean that underwear with Santa on it?” Silvio said. “Sure. If I lose a bunch of pounds and go to the gym ‘till I look like some buff gym bunny.”
They both laughed.
“Jeans and sweaters?” Silvio asked? “Not Christmas sweaters.”
“Deal.” Mitchell said. “Just make sure the sweaters don’t clash with the tree.”
“Now that sounds gay,” Silvio said. “Besides, the ornaments don’t come off this tree. It came that way, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” Mitchell said. “I’m almost tempted to do something like in that book you got me last year. You know, where the guy was on his own and got a different ornament for his tree every year, to sort of symbolize the year.”
“We’d have to get another tree,” Silvio said. “And this apartment really doesn’t have room. We barely fit the couch in, remember?”
“Yeah,” Mitchell said. “And after we got it in here we collapsed on it, remember?”
“Mmmm-Hmmmm.” Silvio said, kissing him. They moved to the couch for a few minutes.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Silvio said. “Let’s pose in the buff, covered by the tree!” They laughed again.
“And we only send that card to us. Maybe get a couple of boxes with Santa or the wise men to send to everybody else.” Mitchell said.
“Deal.” Silvio said. “I feel like some egg nog now.”
“No rush, they won’t start selling it for about eight more months.”
Author’s Note: The title is from “Oh Christmas Tree.”