Awesomely perfect

Today as I peered through a glass door, in a big hurry because I was running late, I just had to stop. There it was the first Christmas Tree, perfectly decorated, and perfectly standing on a table which had a perfectly creased cloth all over it. And then I remembered. There was only one person who could do that to such perfection. It was just so perfect that I missed seeing the crib and the Baby Jesus, although curiosity getting the better of me, I did go down again to see the perfect crib and again the perfect Baby Jesus. Again it could only have come from one person. My memory isn't that bad. One would think that such a perfect someone would be a stickler in other things, but no, it doesn't work out like that. And I'm glad. Glad to have a professional someone who works perfectly but who does not require total perfection from others. It also made me sad. What I'd give to be able to turn back the clock, perfectly of course, and make it last year. Last year when I didn't have to explain myself because I talked to a little person. Last year when I could hug the little people and nobody batted so much as an eyelid. Last year when human contact was not such a big issue. And last year when I knew I could sit down and explain and be listened to and heard. It's so sad that I cannot do that now. I have to keep thinking about policies and issues and stuff. In my day, it never was an issue. Today it shouldn't be an issue either, as long as it's done with the best of intentions, that being putting the little people first. I suppose I understand, but I don't agree very much. It seems we're missing the whole point here. Do not get involved, that seems to be a commandment. And although it's painful for me, I wonder how beneficial it is for little people. There is a little man out there and I so would love to talk to him for ever. But I cannot. I just wish this year was the perfect last year.