Holiday Hoopla, Part 2

It has begun. The purchasing and the wrapping and the holiday hell. I used to get so excited for the holidays. And now I get all twitchy and anal-retentive (well, more than usual). I think there is so much more pressure now that I have a kid of my own. Not that she has any clue what is going on, though she gets really excited every morning when she’s sees the Christmas tree. I think she forgets that it is there overnight and then when she sees it she’s like, “It wasn’t a dream! Oh beautiful, sparkling green thing that I will attempt to put in my mouth!”

The pressure isn’t to have a perfect Christmas for her, but more that now I am officially an adult. I have a child of my own. I have to stop copping out on Christmas and really pull it together this year. Oh, and once you have a child everyone expects cards and calendars and ornaments ceremoniously celebrating her first Christmas. And I actually like that stuff, usually. I enjoy making Christmas gifts, much more than, AHHHHH, shopping. But it’s just so much to do. And there is so little time.

Maybe I should just send everyone a nice holiday email?