That first Christmas tree
By Harvey H. (“Hardy”) Jackson Wasn’t even Thanksgiving, and Christmas lights were up. In general, I’m against this. I come from a tradition where Christmas decorations don’t appear until the turkey has become hash, and they disappear before the big Bowl games ring in the New Year. In general. Which is sort of a mealy-mouthed, fuzzy-reasoned, exception-laced way of saying that though I wouldn’t be caught dead doing it, there…