I’m not ready for Christmas. There, I said it.
I’m not ready for Christmas because…well, do I need to have a reason? I’m sure that most of you feel that way too, even if you refuse to admit it. It comes around every 10 months like clockwork (at least it feels that way). Is there a support group that I don’t know about out there…?
But the thing is, I’m not ready for winter either. I’ve pretty much reached the point where I’m ready for fall, but that’s about it. And that doesn’t help. Sure, things were supposed to happen this summer that didn’t, and June through August flew by far too uneventfully, but I’ve made my peace with that. But I don’t remember giving fall permission to pull up to the curb, drop off a few overflowing bags of colorful leaves and drive away without even shutting off the engine for a few minutes to come up to the porch to share a beer or two with me.
And, next thing you know, there’s snow on the ground, Christmas carols are playing absolutely everywhere you go, and commercials are showing bright, shiny luxury cars with holiday bows trying to convince you that spending $50,000+ is more than acceptable for your friends and family. And…where do you even get a giant red bow? Do the dealerships have them in the back to tape on the roof for a nifty surcharge?
I got Chinese food for dinner last week from a local place that, while their food is good, has the cheapest fortune cookies. Maybe they have the right lucky numbers for the lottery, I don’t know. But I know that their fortunes need help. This one told me – It’s fun being a kid. Seriously…?
Sure, as Christmas stalks closer and closer, and we feel its peppermint tinged breath on the back of our necks, who of us wouldn’t gladly go back in time and live through it as a kid again? Heck, going back even ten years’ worth of Christmases sounds pretty attractive, doesn’t it?
You know… I haven’t actually put my Christmas list together yet. Think that’s a fair one to put on there?
Oh who am I kidding…? I’ll be lucky to have a list put together by Christmas 2017. Ahh…maybe that’s the year I catch up. Here we go… 2017 has to be my year. 😀