This is not a picture of me, but it certainly reflects how I feel at the moment. Christmas is knocking at the door and I am obsessing over all the stuff I have not gotten done. The annual holiday letter and accompanying photo collage is one obstacle. Challenging it for the pole position on Micki’s “List of Sh** She MUST Accomplish Before Christmas” are necessary trips to the post office. This is not to be confused with the list of sh** I’d LIKE to accomplish before Christmas. Which if I read that list right now, I’d be laughing hysterically over how unrealistic 90% of it is. Things like finish writing one of my novels or losing 50 pounds. Look, if I lose 50 pounds in the next six days, it means I’ve misplaced a kid. And man, I’d be totally torqued if that happened. After all, I…oops, I mean Santa…just bought that kid a Nintendo 3DS. And that would mean a return trip to Best Buy. And then there’s that whole issue of finding the receipt. *sigh* Guess I’d better keep the 50 pounds.
But what I haven’t focused on is all the stuff I HAVE gotten accomplished and if I’d just sit still long enough to think about it, I should be pretty darned pleased. I’ve finished most of my shopping, delivered all the school teacher gifts, shipped most packages, attended all the band and drama performances, and have not landed in jail despite all the idiotic drivers on the road. Trust me, that last one is HUGE.
All kidding aside, I do find time amid the chaos to stop, admire the lights, and consider the meaning of it all. When the smallest detail hits me at the right moment, my usual smartass self melts away and I turn into a blubbering pile of goo. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen the Nutcracker, but last weekend was a first for me. I was in DC and saw the Washington Ballet’s version. Kind of colonial and patriotic, but it retained enough of the standard elements to keep audiences happy. I don’t know what came over me, but I cried during the Sugar Plum Fairy’s dance. Flawless and breathtakingly beautiful. I still get choked up thinking about it.
Know what else gets me all sappy and sentimental this time of year? Commercials. I have been known to cry at a McDonald’s commercial. Don’t even get me started on the Budweiser Clydesdales. But the one that nails me every time is the Folgers commercial with the brother and sister.