It’s that time of year again, when I treat myself to an
extra helping of stress. Some of you are busy fretting over planning the
perfect Christmas, or at least a passable Hanukah. Some of you are just now recovering from your
Thanksgiving overindulgence, and some of you are still working your way through
Halloween candy. A few of you might even
care about making New Year’s Eve plans. That’s four or five holidays all packed
together in just a matter of a few short months. What were those pagans and
early Judeo-Christian types thinking?? In my house, we like to sandwich the holidays
with birthdays in November and January, just to add to the nonstop party rock
in the house. Whee!
I’m no Martha Stewart; in fact, I’ve never built an empire
on doing everything better than you and then going to prison. But I do like to
outdo myself in some arenas. I take pride in baking. I excel at gift giving. I
make my daughters’ birthdays a holiday to celebrate their births, much like
Christmas is for Jesus. And I will challenge you to a snowflake cut a thon any
day of the week.
I might make it look easy, but truth be told, it’s a lot of
work. I have been known to wake up at five in the morning to think about the
best place to find junior pajama bottoms in tall sizes. I have a mental list on
loop in my head that includes chocolate chips and shirt boxes. I organize my present receipts by date and
cross reference them by recipient. There’s not a lot of rest and relaxation
going on.
In addition to trying to do everything, which we all know is
impossible yet can’t stop ourselves from trying, I want to write too. Normally,
I find time on a monthly basis to knock out about four essays. The holiday
season is all about excess, though, so why not aim high?
Thus, I present to you, the reader, the Third Annual Twelve
Blogs of Christmas. Between sometime
near the beginning of December and the arbitrary date of Epiphany, like that
means anything to me, I will attempt to find twelve blog worthy topics and
write about them. Will they all be fascinating? No. Will they all make you
laugh? Not necessarily. I can’t promise you entertainment, joy, poignancy, or
insight. I’m only promising twelve.
It’s my gift to you,
because I care. And it's free.
1 comment:
well said. and we, the readers, thank you.
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