It was a bit of a shock a few days ago upon realizing that Christmas is in two weeks. Time has really pulled a ninja style sneak attack. The sudden awareness occurred when working on an ad schedule and was accompanied by an audible “oh sh*t, Christmas is in two weeks.” At work. In the office office with witnesses. Since that moment, there has been an exponentially escalating stress level over the lack of preparedness.
Despite trolling websites and cyber window shopping since Thanksgiving, which already
feels like it was forever ago, only one gift is done, and it still needs to be wrapped,
packed and mailed. The rest of the list is tragically absent of ideas. There
have been multiple attempts to take new photos for the Christmas card and a dozen test prints done which
were lackluster and boring and the idea count sat solidly at zero. The card has featured an original photo for the past skatey-eight million
years and this hardly feels like the time to just stop, so the jaw has been clenched
and the teeth grinding over it. I don't think I was aware of the precedent being set all those years ago in photography class.
After the angst, tonight, there was finally movement on the holiday front.
The black foil tabletop tree is set up and decorated in the living room. Wreaths are
hung on both sides of the front door and on the coat closet door. A stocking is hung on the linen closet door. The card image has been chosen, the cards are ordered,
and they will be ready for pickup tomorrow. Thank you Walgreen’s photo and the 50% off coupon
that I got to use just under the expiration date wire. If only the postage stamps
could be gotten for half-off, but that fantasy is probably just pushing things.
Progress feels good and my shoulders may soon return to their natural position below the earlobes. With luck, the gift situation will be blessed with some sort of inspiration so the focus and the gears can shift to baking.
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