Once again, let me take exception to that old, familiar, worn out saw. The truth is time flies no matter what, and it doesn’t really care one little hoot if you’re having fun or not.
You see, it’s already Tuesday, Nov. 27. Really. Don’t believe me? Check your calendar. That means there are only 28 days until Christmas. Please, not 28 shopping days. Twenty-eight days, period. Exclamation point. Or two or three. I’m serious. Listen to me.
Most years I find myself among those most sorriest of pathetic holiday sadsacks who make the most grandiose plans for Christmas morning only to see them wither and die hopelessly beneath the faithful old mistletoe cutting hanging in the hallway simply because I didn’t get started early enough to finish them on time.
I know. I know. I know. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither are my plans for a perfect Christmas morning showering the people I love with the most wonderful, thoughtful and astonishing gifts. It’s a lesson I seem to have to learn over and over again every single year. Year after year after year.
And don’t let me forget about the relatives who live out of town. Their packages have to be shipped (and my family is scattered from San Diego to the Bay Area to Washington state and to Florida, don’t ya know? How about yours?). So I’ve got to be sure to leave myself a few extra days for the gifts to leave my hands and travel to their eventual destinations.
I’m going to do better this year. So I hope you won’t slip down into that old procrastinator’s hole this year. And I hope you won’t see me there either, because I’m trying to turn over a new leaf.
So let’s all get busy getting ready for Christmas. It will be here almost before we know it.