I would like to inform everyone running for president in 2020 that my vote will go to the candidate who vows to legislate a mandatory five weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas. And, hey, if you throw in the abolition of Daylight Savings, I’ll even contribute to your campaign. Now that’s policy reform I can get behind!
Immediately after last year’s holiday, I wrote a multitude of future notes to myself in my calendar. Insulting little pop-ups that began in July and increased in ferocity through September. The ones in October became downright threatening. Honestly, I would stop speaking to anyone else who addressed me in that tone. “Sit down NOW and do x, y, z for Christmas” was the gist of them all. For instance, in early October “Buy red ribbon NOW, you idiot!”
And did I heed even one of those notes?
Of course not. Why would I listen to all that haranguing? I smiled tolerantly, deleted each reminder, and went right on playing Wordscapes.
And now I sit here in a red-ribbonless frazzle, hopelessly un-ready for the holiday.
Do you know that there is actually a day less than a month between Thanksgiving and Christmas this year? That is not quite even four weeks! People, this is a national emergency!
Fortunately, the CE and our dear friends Julia and Grant with their two little elves, made the house look like we’re ready.
And at least I can make everyone else’s to-do list a bit shorter. Don’t buy me anything this year! I already have everything I want for Christmas: all the kids (and almost all the grandkids – we’ll miss you Thomas and James!) will be home for the holiday. Who could ask for anything more? Well, just one other thing, and I have that, too:
I’m writing some pretty nasty notes to myself in my 2020 calendar. But in the meantime, I’m feeling so truly blessed in the spirit of Christmas.