Finds me about mid-November, taps me on the shoulder and reminds me that I have much to do, but
lots of time to do it. There is:
- The thoughtful (preferably hand-made) gift for each family member.
- The Christmas village to be set up.
- The house to be cleaned and decorated.
- Cookies to bake and keep on hand for company.
- A nice Christmas letter to send out to all of you--you'll love it, it won't be braggy, but full of encouraging words and humor.
- I should spend quiet time reflecting on the true meaning of Christmas.
- I should not spend overmuch on all of the above.
About a week before Christmas I get unexplainably crabby and moody. No one can figure out why, including me. I wonder if it could be:
- My craft ability is limited to lumpy cross-stitch and laminating old pictures.
- I have no where to set up my Christmas village because (see #3)
- My house is a mess, my decorations are being destroyed by the kids and the cats.
- I ate the cookies.
- This IS your Christmas letter. Deal with it.
- When I sat down to reflect quietly I remembered that I had left my coffee cup downstairs. When I went to get it, I started putting away the breakfast dishes. Then the phone rang. When I got back upstairs to reflect quietly I realized my coffee cup was still in the micrwave.
- And I'm overdrawn.
Merry Christmas, thank goodness Jesus loves me anyway!
