Yes, you heard me. After weeks of running around in preparation of Christmas, I am bone-tired. I don’t have any energy left, and sigh, I still have one more day to go before the actual holiday!
I think I’ve logged in more hours than the elves who are making toys for the “big day” in the North Pole. I’m definitely running on empty and I don’t have time for refueling. You see, there are just too many things yet left to do (I seriously don’t know how Santa does it!)
It all starts right after Thanksgiving with the purchase of the Christmas tree. From the moment I have it set up in my living room, it’s a non-stop flurry of activity. It’s a frenzy of “to-do” lists. From stringing up the lights (both in and out), to gathering my wayward children in their Sunday best to capture the “perfect” picture that screams Christmas (after hundred shots of silly faces and fidgety bodies, I give up), my day never ends. My nights are filled holiday parties, squeezing in as many “feel-good” Christmas movies to watch on television and the singing of the carols blaring on the radio 24/7. And let’s not forget the buying of the Christmas presents. Oh, how can I forget! It haunts my dreams!
Every year, I promise I will be organized. Every year, I put together a detailed list. Every year, I am confident that I will buy my loved ones the ultimate gift that will make them shout out in glee, cry with happiness, and smother me in kisses. And every year, I fail miserably. I spend weeks ordering gifts on the internet, waiting patiently on those long lines at the mall, rushing out during my lunch hour at work to quickly pop into a store. It’s a lot of pressure and I usually wind up taking two aspirins to keep the migraine headaches at bay.
Christmas is exhausting . . . and I’m not so sure I’m going to make it this year. If I do, I will certainly be limping towards the finished line. And after all of the presents are opened, and the tree is set out to the curb. After all the cards are mailed and the caroling stops. I will be looking forward to only one thing and it’s not my relatives popping in to say hello either. I’ll give you a hint. It involves a pillow and a blanket and my eyes closed shut. Yes, that’s right. I will look forward to crawling into my warm, cozy bed and sleeping. It’s all I want for Christmas. Wake me up for the New Year!
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