Thankfully,
I feel perfectly up to the task, given that I am crazy about agonising over
gifts for obscure relatives, cooking mountains of food that no one wants to eat
and lovingly baking fresh shortbread cookies for teachers, neighbours, friends
and the postman - together with handmade gift tags of course.
Everyone
in my house is feeling refreshed during December as we drag our arses through
the last weeks of school, complete with a swimming carnival, drama performances
and dress up days. I am looking forward to those magic hours spent gazing at my
daughters fighting over the green texta as they carefully pen messages to their
238 BFFs on cards (Mum, how do you spell "Christmas" again?!)
The
Christmas tree has already been set up and decorated by the little ones and in
no way does it look as though an elf has thrown up on it. Presents will be
carefully wrapped soon and placed under the tree, only to be patted around the lounge
room by the cats at 3am, the playful sound of the paper being torn to pieces
sending a smile to my sleeping lips. No matter, I can always rewrap them in my
spare time.
In
order to avoid a Christmas morning rush, we will wisely and faithfully attend
the Christmas Eve Family Mass in comfort with plenty of personal space, a
gentle cool breeze wafting through the windows and not a whingey child in
earshot.
After
church I will wrap those last minute gifts only to
realise that I don’t have enough paper (although I'm sure I stored 3 tonnes of
the stuff after last Christmas Eve). I will enjoy the sharp sting of the zig-zaggy-metal-cutter
thingy on the sticky tape dispenser that won’t cut the actual tape but manages
to deftly pierce my fingers. And I will wait with loving patience for my
children to fall asleep so I can so I can get it all done and hopefully
collapse on the lounge with a bottle of wine in front of the tele.
Yes
folks, I do believe this will be my Best Christmas Ever!
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