When I was a kid, I remember walking by this window display with a white Christmas tree. In front of the tree was a revolving wheel of colors – red, blue, green, and yellow. I remember being enthralled with this artificial tree that continually changed color. We had this real green tree at home that poked you when it had to be watered and dropped needles like it was raining. Think of having something as cool as this white, artificial tree.

One of my favorite Christmas movies is A Christmas Story. At the beginning of the movie a group of kids are looking at an elaborate Christmas window display of trains and wind-up toys. A “golden, tinkling display of mechanized, electronic joy.” Ralphie, the main character, focuses on a BB gun that he can’t live without. It’s actually an Official Red Ryder 200-Shot Carbine Action Range Model Air Rifle. He dreams of having something as cool as this BB gun for a Christmas present. His mom, teacher, and even the store Santa warn him that, “You’ll shoot your eye out.”

Today, I can’t think of anything cheesier than a colorized, white Christmas tree. I did have a BB gun and I am happy to report that both my eyes survived. I don’t have a need for an air rifle, regardless of the number of shots or the carbine action. Simply, our preferences and interests change.

This past year, 2025, has had more ups and downs than any other in my life. The year started with a stem cell transplant that was the hardest thing I personally have had to endure. On the flipside, we took two wonderful trips to unique and interesting places, one was with our family. What I’ve learned this year is that sometimes our preferences change naturally and some are thrust upon us.

One of the medicines I take to keep my plasma cells in check (so my multiple myeloma doesn’t return) also keeps my red blood cells and hemoglobin levels low. Simply said, I lack energy and stamina. Unfortunately, this is a long-term medicine and I’m learning to adapt. Simple activities require some effort, and I’m out of breath. I tire easily and naps are my friend.

I haven’t had a heart attack or stroke, but know they change people’s activities and require long-term rehabilitation. Those that struggle with depression and anxiety have to find the right combination of medications and counseling. Diabetics have to learn a routine of eating and testing. I was reading an article of what happens to the body as we age and it isn’t pretty. While my cancer journey hasn’t been fun, there are those that have a much tougher path and require treatments that are disabling. There are kids that die from cancer, damn I hate that.

So, we adapt. I walk slower and for less distance. I got back on my bike but will never hit my previous miles. My fingers can still type, so I still write. We love to travel and as that currently remains an option, we’re going to continue until it isn’t an option. I’d be lying if adaption is easy or easy to accept.

I’m simply a white Christmas tree, changing colors. I’m giving up things I thought I couldn’t live without. But at least I won’t shoot my eye out.