What Christmas means to me
Christmas means lists. Lots of lists. So many that you make lists of the lists you need to make. :) There is a list of things to decorate, to buy, to do, to bake, to clean. There are lists of card reciepents and packages to send.
Christmas means traffic. Not just the usual heavy traffic of the day to day world, but traffic of the sort that means it takes 30 full minutes to leave the office, go through the drive thru, get back to the office and clock in. This is without eating of course. Usually this would take 10-15 minutes, tops. It means that it now takes close to an hour to get to work and much longer to get home from work.
Christmas means family. And with family comes drama of every size, shape and sort. There is kid drama. There is old people drama. Kid and old people drama are very similar, save that the kids are worried about getting a baby doll for Christmas and the old people are worried about finding their false teeth in time to eat Christmas dinner. Watch where you sit in my house.
Christmas means decorating. Decorating means declaring war with my cat. You can spray 'Kitty Be Gone' and scold until you are blue in the face, but this means little to a cat. They'll just bite the crap out of you when you're half asleep and it's all dark in the house.
Christmas also means baking. Evident by the state of my kitchen. I have now adopted 15 pounds of flour, 20 pounds of sugar, 10 blocks of cream cheese, three dozen eggs, a huge bottle of vanilla extract, the largest assortment of chocolate and white chocolate and other types of chips I've ever seen, molasses, all sorts of chex and nuts and pretzels and goldfishies....
Christmas means shopping. Which I must now go and do. Ugh for busy malls on the last Monday before Christmas. At least it's not Saturday. Ugh.
Christmas means traffic. Not just the usual heavy traffic of the day to day world, but traffic of the sort that means it takes 30 full minutes to leave the office, go through the drive thru, get back to the office and clock in. This is without eating of course. Usually this would take 10-15 minutes, tops. It means that it now takes close to an hour to get to work and much longer to get home from work.
Christmas means family. And with family comes drama of every size, shape and sort. There is kid drama. There is old people drama. Kid and old people drama are very similar, save that the kids are worried about getting a baby doll for Christmas and the old people are worried about finding their false teeth in time to eat Christmas dinner. Watch where you sit in my house.
Christmas means decorating. Decorating means declaring war with my cat. You can spray 'Kitty Be Gone' and scold until you are blue in the face, but this means little to a cat. They'll just bite the crap out of you when you're half asleep and it's all dark in the house.
Christmas also means baking. Evident by the state of my kitchen. I have now adopted 15 pounds of flour, 20 pounds of sugar, 10 blocks of cream cheese, three dozen eggs, a huge bottle of vanilla extract, the largest assortment of chocolate and white chocolate and other types of chips I've ever seen, molasses, all sorts of chex and nuts and pretzels and goldfishies....
Christmas means shopping. Which I must now go and do. Ugh for busy malls on the last Monday before Christmas. At least it's not Saturday. Ugh.