For Real? Twelve Actual Days Until Christmas?

Typically during the holiday season, I am:

• Miss Organized & Prepared
• Miss Send your Christmas Cards Right After Thanksgiving
• Miss Start Christmas Shopping Whenever a Deal Appears (throughout the year)
• Miss Holiday Brunch Planner
• Miss Donates Cookies to Every Charity Event Possible
• Miss Never Misses a Black Friday…Online or Offline
• Miss Dreamer of Throwing a Swanky Holiday Party

This year? I am:

• Miss None of the Above

Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally “in” the holiday spirit. No Grinch found here. I just feel like time has slipped away. I will admit that yes, Cheapo McFrugalpants herself has not yet started Christmas shopping. *Oh my gosh…pushing away panic*

Maybe it’s because our son is getting older and gifts have become more “selective.” *and holy crap expensive* If it’s not a video game, computer, a place to play video games (like chairs for kids) or something else that takes a charger and has a screen, it’s pretty much not wanted or needed around our household. Except for Legos, they’re always cool.

Maybe time has slipped because it’s been directly stated  that my job may be coming to an end at the beginning of the year. Did I fail to mention the fact that I’ve also started a home bakery and am in the planning stages of construction? Oh yes, and we’re still home schooling. *thank goodness for Christmas break* And family…grandparents in their 90′s…others with worrisome health issues…trying to show care and please them all. *inhale, exhale, repeat* I’ve now scratched the surface….but I don’t need to continue.

What I DO need to remember…is Christmas isn’t about “things” and the quantity thereof. Christmas is about eating dinner by the light of the Christmas tree (even when our son turns the lights to “disco ball” mode). It’s about sitting down and laughing at “National Lampoon’s Christmas” or reciting every, single line to “A Christmas Story.” The holidays are about the smell of cookies baked together, stepping in melted snow all over the kitchen floor and wanting to kill the cat for chewing off all the gift bows. How about the time the dog puked during a dinner party? Or the time grandma tripped over the dog bed? Oh…I remember when my husband backed into the neighbor’s car…THAT was a fine Christmas. Wait…I didn’t want to go there….

Christmas needs to be about peace…and just being…..

I will NOT panic about gifts. I will NOT panic about gifts. I will NOT panic about gifts….

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