I cannot be the only one...who has realized that the end of another week in December only means seven days closer to Christmas, and that thought is making me break out in a cold sweat. I don't know about the rest of you, but my normal chores don't cease in the name of Christmas, meaning I haven't wrangled up any extra time to spend getting this holiday thing under control.
This past week I managed to start multiple unfinished gift list, these "list" only have the names of the people I need to buy for, and sadly only one or two ideas for actual gifts on them. I sat down at the table with Sonny Boy, plying him with gingerbread men shaped marshmallows, and attempted to pick his toy experienced five year old brain to get gift ideas for his cousins. I was like a Pulitzer prize winning journalist committed to getting the real story of what kids want for Christmas, but once Sonny Boy realized this was a purely selfless operation (all this talk of toys was not for his gift list) he hit the bricks pretty quick, leaving me to come up with gift ideas all on my own.
Thanks to this preceding week's bizarrely cold weather and my desire to stay inside away from the chill, my boys were able to talk me into putting up the Christmas tree (that lives in a box tucked up in the rafters of our garage), and trimming that synthetic pine like there is no tomorrow. Although, this trimming was more like a secret mission, a mission that entailed me stealthily following around Sonny Boy and moving the clusters of four or five ornaments that he concentrated all on one fake branch to various fake branches of the Christmas tree.
After receiving the December breakdown from Sonny Boy's school last week, I noticed that there was no Christmas pageant extravaganza scheduled, and I did a quick mental recap of the missing holiday activities since the beginning of the school year: no Halloween parade, no talk of Hanukkah, and now no Holiday singing? At first I thought, "Well, that's one less thing I have to put on my Holiday to do list," but then it registered that no Holiday pageant means no memories of stuffy nosed singers, no rosy cheeked faces looking anywhere but at the audience, and no frantic teachers chasing the mini cantors to place them back on the stage, and these things I actually enjoy. I am going to have to get to the bottom of this lack of holiday spirit happening at that school (I'll add this to my to one of those multiple list I got in progress laying around the house and maybe I'll get to before summer vacation).
Well, on to the next...