I’m taking a pause in the epic holiday giveaway to ask two very important questions. Can you believe that Christmas Day is one week away? Does this house look to you like it’s ready for Christmas? ME EITHER.
What’s a boomerang doing there? Who leaves shoes on the coffee table? Why won’t these boxes from the attic just unpack themselves? What’s so hard about hanging a towel on a rack? And what has the cat done for me lately?
These are the things a mother ponders in her heart. And then she takes a nap.
I have so much to do. I should be panicking, but I’m not. Or maybe this is how I panic–by shutting down. FALALALALA CHRISTMAS I CAN’T HEAR YOU.
The Littlest Who wrote his letter to Santa the other day (and it’s still not in the mail). In the middle of writing, he looked up, and asked, “Why don’t grown ups write letters to Santa?”
“Because when you grow up, you graduate to be Santa’s helper. And you know something?”
“It’s just as much fun.”
Okay, so that was stretching it a bit. But I wanted him to know that Christmas magic doesn’t end with childhood. It is fun to be on Santa’s team. I love it.
But the job should come with elves.
How are your holiday preparations coming together?