If August is a 'Blur', then you are a very long 'To-Do List'. Without a doubt, starting from the end of Thanksgiving weekend each year, I begin to fret about my list.
December is supposed to be a month of warm holiday festivities. But for most of us, it involves a lot of hurdles to jump in order to enjoy what little festivities there are, if we even have any energy left for it. And since there are only two weeks of school, December seems especially short, making the goal of checking off all the items on my list seem all the more unattainable.
First, there is the holiday photo card, with which I have a love-hate relationship. I love holiday greeting cards, and I always want to create a nice one of our family to send out. This is when I go through all my pictures to realize that we don't have
Next, we always include a newsletter that highlights the events of our year. Some people think that newsletters are impersonal, but I have always enjoyed writing them, and
Let's continue. What's the holidays without gifts? Gift-buying is not the hard part; deciding what to buy is. This usually involves several trips to various stores, then finally giving up on price comparison due to frustration, and resorting to shopping online. Only to realize that I should have bought more wrapping paper at one of the trips to a physical store.
Next on the list: mailings. First things first: compiling the mailing list. Find new addresses, toss old ones. Add new friends, delete people "we once knew." Print mailing labels. Print newsletter. Stuff envelopes. Package gifts and bundle cards so that I can stand in line at the Post Office for much longer than I have time for.
This is not even to mention hauling home and decorating a Christmas tree; baking and icing holiday sugar cookies to be given as gifts; planning and cooking Christmas dinner; helping with DD's violin practices, rehearsals, and final performance in her music school's annual holiday concert; cheering on the kids at their school holiday performances; wrapping enough Christmas presents to swear off buying so many next year (again, deja vu); and, most importantly, remembering to leave Santa Claus milk and cookies on Christmas Eve.
Finally, there's usually always travel plans during winter break, so just thinking about packing for the trip alone is enough to make my head explode.
<Insert a deep breath here>.
Now that you're here, December, I notice that it has gotten cold. A fresh layer of baby-powder snow greeted us this morning. I have a feeling that you purposefully hand me a long to-do list to distract me from the inevitable arrival of freezing temperatures and snow storms. I suppose I do appreciate that. As for the list, as much as I begrudge the items on it, I will not let you come and go without checking off every item, because there is not a single one that I would be willing to forgo. My list is what makes the holidays jingle.