My email is clogged with last minute offers from companies who swore up and down that their free shipping ended at midnight last night, but now they've reconsidered. My house is a mess and in four hours it cannot be a mess -- it cannot.
I'm not sure about this one present I bought. I hope the gift card I got for another doesn't seem impersonal. I was at a store where a salesperson wanted to take the sweaters I had gathered and put them at the register, and I said no -- I'm not sure I want them, but this store is filled with desperate shoppers and someone might take them and then where will I be? My To Do list with the vast number of things that will not get done has Ha Ha!! written across it. I didn't bake this year -- I feel bad about that. And, really, I shouldn't be writing this blog because I have to get one more gift.
My heart is racing as I rush through the world. I love this time of year. I love Nat King Cole singing in the stores and the Salvation Army ringing the bells, I love the wrapping, and I actually learned that it is possible to wrap a gift when you have misplaced all four pairs of your scissors. You use a steak knife, and, depending on your personality, your teeth. I mean, who knew?
It's Christmas -- the lights are on, the grace is amazing, the chorus of angels is singing.
Merry, Merry Christmas, friends!
May the Light of this season warm your hearts and shine bright in the year to come.