Sound the alarms. I’m in a full-scale Christmas panic. It’s not like we didn’t know this was coming either (the panic, not Christmas). It comes every year. Each year I swear that I am going to be organized. Everything will be done ahead of time. The house will be clean and clutter-free. The gifts bought and wrapped. I will be able to relax and enjoy the beauty and magic of the season because this year I was on top of things.
|See this skinny, festively dressed, organized
woman? This is not me.
She is who I’ll be knocking her over as I tear
through the mall in a state of hysteria.