Christmas is almost upon us and my wife and I have different attitudes about it. My wife had to set aside decorations by priority and do them in waves over three weeks. She had to choose between which Santa cookie plate to set out with a matching cup – we have two sets. There was talk of putting up a third tree, but thankfully, only two this year. She got my daughter, not one, not two, but three advent calendars and the dog even has one now. I woke up this morning thinking about how long it’s going to take to put all this crap away.
We were late with getting Christmas cards this year. She told me, “We really have to get these out soon.” My wife found time and texted me three screen shots – “Which one would you pick?” I picked the last one and said “Order this one.” Two more screen shots came over. “Either of these?” Yes, also good. Order the last one. More screen shots. “Kids individual pictures or together?” This was my face when the ninth ones came over after telling her three times to order previous ones.
The cards were finally ordered. I saw what all she bought the kids and said, “We are going to have to getting rid of some of these toys. We have too damn many in the house.” This was her face when I said that.
I only shudder when I realize if my wife didn’t work a lot during the holiday season for her job, I would probably be decorated in lights and tinsel by now. In the words of Alvin the Chipmunk, please Christmas don’t be late.