You can call me uber-organized, you can call me anal, you
can call me whatever you want – but I
call me lazy. I just can not wrap my
mind around not being “ready” for Christmas. I’m not on a month-long marathon
to decorate my house and grounds. My minimalistic décor – carried over from
year to year, will suffice. There is no last minute frenzy to buy gifts: I’ve
had them ready for months. I wouldn’t go near a mall at all, and all the
shopping I’ll do will be at the grocery. There is no last minute frenzy to plan
meals and Christmas baking: the lists are made and I’ve stocked up on the
non-perishables. Christmas baking will commence this weekend – regular baking
goes on all the time. There is no last minute frenzy to do much at all. I
absolutely adore Christmas, but, as I said, I’m lazy. The thought of any really
concerted effort just makes me cringe right now. Being retired is, of course, a great
help. I’m past the age of raising
children, I’m past the age of gainful employment, and I’m now in the age of
relaxing. I’m relaxing and siting back
to watch all the frenzy around me. It’s
quite a show.
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