Say it ain’t so Santa. Just two weeks until Christmas day? Say it ain’t so.
Doggonit! There is just not going to be enough time this holiday season to squeeze everything in. Simply not going to be enough time.
This is why we are always reading about people getting the holiday blues. We eat too much, drink too much, go too much...everything too much.
This past weekend disappeared in a flash. Parades, parties and trying to find a moment to pick up a few things to go under the tree for the family.
Let’s see, we did no shopping, but did go to a Christmas party with some friends and then on Sunday piddled around dodging raindrops and trying to finish up with the decorations, and moving all the plants into the sunroom before the next real freeze rolls around.
I would really like to go riding around and look at Christmas decorations, but with Thanksgiving falling so late this year, we are going to have to get going, if we are going at all, or everything will be down from the houses and back in the attics before we can climb into the truck and take off.
There are some really elaborate displays over on Conehatta-Prospect Road that I’ve only seen in the daytime when all those blow-up things are deflated and sad looking. I want to see them all puffed up and brightly lit.
I would also like to go ride through the Magic of Lights over in Brandon, but that probably won’t happen either. Last year we said we were going to do the same thing and the next thing I knew it was all over and done with.
I’ve got to admit that I’m not real crazy about Christmas falling slapdab in the middle of the week either. Wednesday being the date this paper hits the streets, means we’ll have early deadlines for Christmas and then jump right back in the fold the next day and do the same thing for New Year’s. What a whirlwind!
When it comes to gift buying for my girls, this year I’m stumped. Usually by this time I’ve already picked up most of what I plan to pick up, but this year I haven’t checked off a thing on my check-off list. Heck, I don’t even have a check-off list to check off on. I’ve really got to get going on that.
Maybe it is that my mind is approaching the used up stage, but I can’t seem to come up with a single creative idea for my darling wife. I thought about buying her a new yard rake so we could spend more time together outside with all those leaves and pinestraw that keep falling all over our place, but I don’t think that is such a good idea.
It is a mess out, I guarantee that is a fact. You know it is bad when you have to rake the deck. Rake it! Not sweep it, not blow it off, but rake it.
I raked ours on and off Sunday afternoon before the rain. I’m not fond of raking like it is, much less deck raking. Plus, I haven’t even started on the yard part yet. Maybe a gift rake isn’t such a bad idea after all. Together time, right?
She doesn’t need new houseshoes or a new robe, and she flat out said she didn’t want any socks. So socks are out for sure, and that is something easily found.
Her hair dryer works and her hair flattening out thing works as well. The mirror that blows her face up big so she can see to put her makeup on is still waiting to be used from last Christmas and we just got new sheets and a new bedspread for our bed not so long ago so those are all out too.
Now you can see my predicament. Nearly every single thing a loving wife could want from her loving hus-band has been covered. There is basically nothing else that I can think of that would make her happy on Christ-mas morn. We don’t have a vacuum cleaner, though. Hmmm.
My dear daughter, on the other hand, usually does all of Santa’s shopping for him and Mrs. Claus, and ships it to them for wrapping. It’s a fact, a father knows he has lost control of his duties as Santa’s helper when he opens the front door and trips over a package ordered by and delivered to the same person. Seems Jolly Ole St. Nick has ditched his sleigh for the Amazon truck. Unfortunately, for the Clauses, she hasn’t even done that this year.
So, y’all, what to do, what to do?
