I’m not ready to celebrate Christmas.
I’m ready for Thanksgiving. Well, not even. Just in my head I’m ready to eat turkey and sweet potatoe casserole. I hope there’s sweet potato casserole. I love that stuff. With the crunchy, sweet stuff on top. Mmmm.
Duncan likes sweet potatoes too. So far he’s devoured his way through 3 jars of applesauce, a jar of sweet potatoes and a jar of sweet potatoes and apples. Along with rice and oat cereal. We tried chicken for a couple of days, but I don’t think that felt too good after it went down.
So. Christmas. Another round of cards to write, sign, stamp and mail. I don’t know if I can take any more card sending this year. I still have a few thank you cards to send. (To those people I owe baby gift thank you cards to – THANK YOU. I’m getting to them, honest, and we love what you sent. You’re very kind and generous and we’re blessed to know you and/or be related to you. I mean that. I’m just exhausted working and being a mummy and student ministering and making plans for the future. I will get to them. Maybe with the Christmas cards…)
I just don’t feel up for it this year. The shopping. The crowds. The organization. Usually I come up with some kind of hand crafted goody for people – soap, gingerbread men, fudge, jam, crocheted slippers and hats, knitted furry scarves.
I’d like to do it again this year. But I don’t know what to make. It needs to be fairly easy and not to expensive or time consuming. Maybe fudge. Anyone for Christmas fudge? I guess I shouldn’t give the secret away on the blog on what I’m making this year (if anything).
If you don’t get any, er…just presume I didn’t make any… 😉
So I’m not ready to shop yet, or write my Christmas letter, or buy and send Christmas cards or any of that. We’re not doing a Christmas tree or putting up any lights this year. I know, I know, we have a baby now. Aren’t we obligated to go overboard just for his benefit? Nope. Rather, now that we have a baby, I have better things to do with my limited “free” time (free only in that no one is paying me to do work during that time). And he’ll be 5 months old. He doesn’t care. He won’t remember. And I really don’t want him growing up with Christmas as a big deal.
We’ll go to Grandma’s. It can be a big deal there. But not at home. That way I can put off thinking about it for as long as possible. Preferably until sometime in mid-December. 🙂 You know, right when the Christmas season SHOULD start. Not before Thanksgiving.
Now pass me some turkey and sweet potato casserole.