The problem with Christmas, as I see it, is that it arrives far more quickly than I am prepared for it to get here these days.
You would think this would not be such a problem, calendars being what they are. There are 24 hours in a day, seven days in a week, all year long. No day is longer than any other, though they may seem so. Theoretically the arrival of any particular day should be a fairly standard thing.
And indeed, Christmas used to take just forever to arrive. When I was a kid there were years where I was convinced it would never get here, that I was stuck in some hellish loop that ran from November 29th through December 8th, over and over again, a loop that somehow seemed to contain mostly Thursdays.
Now? Sweet dancing monkeys on a stick, how is it suddenly the 14th?
I’m finally ready for the holiday now, though. Classes are over and all that are left are exams. I have made my peace with the incessant buzzing of carols from radio stations and sound systems in shops everywhere I go. I’ve begun to think about the logistics of the holiday – who needs to be where on what day. And I have finally, finally gotten up for the retail end of all this holiday.
Yes, I am ready to go Christmas shopping.
This is the point where Kim looks over at me and just sighs.
Kim is a planner. She is a doer. She is one of those people for whom the concept of sitting still would be anathema if she could even conceive of it at all.
She has already done the Christmas shopping.
Boxes have been arriving here daily, containing within them all sorts of things to be distributed – several of which I have been expressly forbidden from opening under pain of, well, something painful I’m sure. Given my December last year I’m not sure she could top that, but then she knows me pretty well so I’m not really all that interested in testing that theory.
So here I am, all ready to go full metal retail and without any need to do it.
I may just do so anyway, because it is Christmas and because it is fun to find things for people. It’s not the main point of the holiday, but it can be a nice thing when you’re up for it.
I’m ready now.
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