Last night, with a few exceptions, we got all of our Christmas presents wrapped up. (We didn’t wrap our gifts to each other, and I think there’s one more thing I want to get .) New rules for next year: 1) No spending an hour and a half sitting on the floor wrapping gifts. My back hurts. 2) Since I live by two of the most horrendous (read: gigantic) malls in the metro area (Southdale and the MOA), I really need to get presents purchased long before having to deal with those crowds. It was not fun.
That aside, I feel like Christmas is coming along just fine. Oh, sure, I don’t have gifts for and just yet, but they don’t seem to mind doing Christmas in January. And yes, weatherpeople are not sure if there’s going to be a big snowstorm on Wednesday while we drive to Chicago. Oh, and I keep forgetting to get a Christmas gift for my grandparents. BUT, still, I’m feeling good about things. It probably helps that we don’t have kids*, but between and myself we have four sets of parents to arrange. I started thinking this weekend that the person who wrote “The Twelve Days of Christmas” had a huge extended family and lots of Christmas gatherings, because that’s how it starts to go. (I’m not complaining, really. I love all of our family, and have had a wonderful time so far, and am really not stressed about any of it.) Thursday we had Christmas lunch with ‘s dad. Saturday evening we had ‘s mom and her husband over for Christmas dinner. Wednesday we leave for Chicago to celebrate with and , which includes Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparents’ house. We return on Saturday, and will probably exchange gifts then (because we’re certainly not taking them to Chicago with us). Then on Monday night, we’re doing Christmas with and & Co. And then, of course, there’s the as-of-yet unscheduled gift exchange with and .
I did complain on Facebook earlier today that I haven’t made any Christmas cookies yet. I am bummed about that. I’m also bummed that while I have a bunch of Christmas fabric that I bought last year, this year, or found in storage, I have yet to make a single thing with any of it. That makes me sad. Who wants to bet that, despite my best intentions, I will have no desire to make a new tree skirt on January 3rd? Yeah. And then I won’t remember it until next November. It’s times like this that I wish I didn’t have to “waste the day away” at work. I mean, who wants to answer phones and doctor up Word files when I could be at home baking cookies and sewing? Not me, that’s for sure. But, I don’t actually want to burn all of my vacation over Christmas.
Question for the comments: if you had enough time to bake exactly one batch of [Christmas] cookies, what kind would you make? I’m leaning toward something gingerbread-y.
*Sidenote: I gave blood today. The experience re-inforced, and perhaps strengthened, my fear of childbirth.