This is the time of year when my friends, family, co-workers, and complete strangers all say the same thing to me: "I hate you." (I bet you thought it was going to be "Merry Christmas," didn't ya?")
I have to say I earn it.
No, I don't walk around like the Grinch with a piece of coal in my heart, and I don't sing 'Silent Night' off-key. (At least, not intentionally.)
It's just that I finished my Christmas shopping.
Last month.
Generally, I'm finished around July, but this has been a rough year for me. I've already received several e-mails from people who've received packages stating, "What do you mean, DO NOT OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS?" True, they did get them mid-November, but there is no way on God's Green Earth I'm tackling the Post Office in mid-December. Not for anyone or anything. (They should have been among the crowd I sent packages out to in July with that message out to on them. Oh, the nasty messages I received!)
Now, I work in a busy store. I see the 'fun' in Christmas shopping. About as much 'fun' as emergency surgery. That's why 95% of my shopping was online. Search, click, and zip. Hide it in the closet, and hopefully remember that it's there. (I need to follow Mom's example and start keeping items listed in a notebook. One year my nephew Jordan really had a bonanza due to my poor memory. Hey, he didn't mind!)
But as we all get tied up with gift-giving and what Aunt Hilda is going to want, we don't necessarily tie in our gifts to the individuals. I have fun doing so. I buy Christmas all year round, and already have one family member covered for next year.
Contact me for lessons.
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