Tis the Season
Every year, when I was growing up, my Mom had the same nightmare. It predated my existence by perhaps two decades. In her dream, it was Christmas Eve, the stores were closing, and she didn't have any presents yet.
Until she had that dream, she didn't--she COULDN'T--start getting ready for Christmas. Conversely, the earlier in the year she had the dream, the cooler Christmas was. One year she had it in September; wow, what a year!
I kind of wish that I had that "on-switch", instead of the sudden kick of panic attacks to let me know that it is LESS THAN TWO WEEKS TO CHRISTMAS AND I HAVEN'T ADDRESSED, LET ALONE MAILED A SINGLE CHRISTMAS CARD.
So, if you don't get one from me this year, you'll know why.
Until she had that dream, she didn't--she COULDN'T--start getting ready for Christmas. Conversely, the earlier in the year she had the dream, the cooler Christmas was. One year she had it in September; wow, what a year!
I kind of wish that I had that "on-switch", instead of the sudden kick of panic attacks to let me know that it is LESS THAN TWO WEEKS TO CHRISTMAS AND I HAVEN'T ADDRESSED, LET ALONE MAILED A SINGLE CHRISTMAS CARD.
So, if you don't get one from me this year, you'll know why.