It’s always later than you think
I HAVE a confession ... I am in no way ready for Christmas.
I kept telling myself we were months out, but then I saw a post online that read “Only six more Mondays until Christmas” and I started to freak out a little.
How has this happened? I thought I had more time, I need more time.
This time last year, I had already committed to hosting both Christmas Day and a New Year’s Eve party at my house.
The first week of November saw me planning out the menu and delegating what people could bring. I had already put in a seafood order at the local fisheries co-op.
Fast-forward 12 months to present day and I feel like it should be August.
To be fair, I kind of skipped two months of the year for overseas travel, so maybe that’s why I feel so left behind by the holiday calendar.
But between the Michael Bublé Christmas carols playing at Safeway and the Yoda Santa bauble at Typo, I can no longer ignore the fact that festive cheer is here and spreading, like the plague.
I’m going to have to start coming up with ideas for Christmas presents soon, and I’m one of those people who likes to get in early.
After all, you’re far better off cruising the aisles this month than doing battle with hordes of panicked December shoppers.
To me, gift giving is an art form. It’s not about spending the most money or even getting someone the thing they specifically asked for. It’s about finding “the right” gift.
You know the one. The light bulb moment present that could be a $2 soap in the shape of a pug or a wine glass as big as the bottle.
You know what they say, you don’t choose the gift, the gift chooses you.
But even so, it’s good to be prepared, and I’ve been known to carry around a handwritten list of present ideas for each person. Just call me Santa. But this year I’ve got nothing. There are no gift ideas simmering away, not one.
I’m not helping my predicament whatsoever.
Two days ago I gave a friend a “just because” gift and now I’m wondering why I didn’t just keep it for Christmas.
This all means the New Year is creeping ever closer too, and I’ve achieved nothing.
I’ve not made good on any of my resolutions and I don’t even know how I’m celebrating it.
‘Tis the season to be stressed out.