Yesterday I finished the last bit of holiday shopping and wrapping.
Well, at least until today.
Trixie and I hit the mall(s) early Sunday morning to avoid the worst of the crowds. It was *mostly* successful.
I heard on TV that Saturday had been dubbed “Panic Saturday” for holiday shoppers and was expected to ring up more retail sales than Black Friday or Cyber Monday. If that was Saturday, I’m not sure what moniker Sunday earned – perhaps “Last Chance Sunday?” “It’s-This-Or-Walgreen’s-Sunday?”
Hard to say.
In theory, I love Christmas.
I love the music.
I love the lights.
I love shopping and selecting the perfect gifts.
I love the holiday candy and treats.
I love the decor – as long as it’s not littering my house until March.
But the reality is that there are many things about the holidays I DO NOT love.
The endless wrapping.
The paper and tape that run out with four packages to go.
The post office. THE POST OFFICE!
Tripping over Amazon boxes.
Breaking down those Amazon boxes and deflating those awful plastic packing bubbles.
The puzzle-cramming operation that is fitting everything into our vehicle.
Driving back and forth to various family members’ homes, where we invariably are late and don’t stay long enough.
No one is happy in the end.
Of course it’s too late to follow through on my threat to spend Christmas in Hawaii, but a girl can dream, right?
What will happen:
- Christmas will come and go. Too quickly.
- There will be moments of joy.
- There will not be enough sleep.
- There will be laughter.
- There will be at least one Can-You-Believe-That-Happened moment that we have to process later.
- There will be one unbelievable gift that Everyone will be talking about.
- We will make memories.
- Someday I will wish I could reverse time and do it all again.
- We will still struggle to fit everything in our vehicle for the trip home.
Happy Holidays, Friends.