Cathy Dyson writes about King George County. You can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Suddenly it’s December. AAAHHH!
OK, so we’re still stuffed from turkey, and all of a sudden, Christmas is looming.
There was a mad rush this morning at my desk calendar to jot down all the commitments at work. And by those, I don’t mean stories. I’m talking about: to RSVP to the two retirements scheduled, Christmas lunch and holiday potluck. To remind myself what day our Secret Santas will give their final gifts and our deadline for buying gifts for the children we adopted. And gasp, we’re supposed to collect money, buy presents and get them wrapped by this Friday!!!!
How does this happen, every year? The date of Christmas never changes, yet it seems to surprise us when Thanksgiving ends and then the shopping season is upon us.
And I’m simplifying as much as I can: money for the grown kids and their spouses, a few personalized presents and gift cards for the grandchildren and meat for the parents. Yeah, I said meat. My father was so interested in this story I did about a local farmer who raises heritage beef and pork, that I decided to give him and my mother sausage and kielbasa for Christmas. We bought it on Black Friday, and they were thrilled!
So, I don’t have a ton of shopping and wrapping to do because I think we’ve becoming entirely too over-indulgent as a society, but it’s hard not to get caught up in the rush-rush-rush. Know what I mean?