Only 8 more sleeps till Christmas…
Let’s just say this time of year is when, like most people I am at my craziest. Today itself is not such a bad day. But the past three weeks were less than desirable. Moody, snappy, flustered, baffled, bamboozled are just a few words to describe me at this time of year.What’s funny is it is the exact same cycle year in, year out.
At the start of December I realise I need to start thinking about the 30 or so gifts I need to buy. What did they get last year? What are they into this year? Have I already given them that? That’s all before we leave the house to do the shopping. Over the next two to three weeks there are several days of heavy shopping that usually end with me close to tears because I never find exactly what I’m looking for & I always forget something!
Then there’s the theme for the wrapping, what color will it be this year? Ribbon, gift tags, christmas cards… (yes I’m a lil anal) *EEK!!*. All this time I’m stomping around miserable, thinking of all the things I FAILED to achieve ths year. Not so much fun
3 Weeks into December almost all the gifts are bought. Soon I will devote two days to wrapping, that’s when the Christmas spirit kicks in. I will think less of being miserable & more of how nice it will be to show my appreciation for my loved ones with the wonderful gifts I so meticulously picked out.
Come Christmas day everyone will ooh & ahhh & gush at how pretty the gifts are wrapped. Followed by violent ripping & shredding of all my hard work. Many will wonder why I spent money on that gift they will never use & a few will be genuinely gleeful. I’ll just be waiting to hit the Christmas lunch table to indulge in all the treats I have denied myself all year long in the hope I could wear a bikini to the beach this summer.
And then there is Boxing Day….. *YIKES*

