Tomorrow is both Christmas Eve and the first day of Hanukkah so I assume Jews and Gentiles alike are scrambling to get everything done in time for the celebrations of your choice! I am sitting here watching the sunset. I had things I felt just had to get done today, but instead, the only time I left the house was to go to Burger King with Banjo so he could get some Chicken Nuggets. Don’t ask. I on some morbid count down to Banjo’s eventual death that most likely will happen sometime in the 2020s. It will pass. Meanwhile, he is being spoiled.
Outside is a pinkish glow at the moment. It’s really quite beautiful. I noticed an increase of beautiful sunset photos on Instagram lately. I wish there was a way to capture this light for you all for the holidays. It has totally distracted me from this post. Be right back.
Okay, darkness has fallen. Maybe after I get this up, I’ll take Banjo down to the Griswolds. Actually, from my house, the Griswold’s seems a lot more tasteful this year. I think they have new lights and they are all white. When it’s dark out, the inflatables are more palatable. Honestly, I’d miss the Griswolds if they stopped decorating.
The topic of this post was supposed to be the last-minute frenzy of the holidays. I used to go to the mall every year on Christmas Eve for last-minute presents and just because I used to love the mall, all the people and the hustle and bustle. I also did all the black Friday and day after Christmas sales too until they turned into stampedes.
I was thinking today about the dead sister that the deplorables are so invested in. She and I would always be at my parents for Christmas and we would stay up on Christmas Eve and stuff stockings and add more decorations and get everything ready for Mother to see when she got up. My sister was a single mother, and one year, when her son was a young teen, his big gift was a very expensive pair of tennis shoes. At that time she lived in Athens that was just under two hours from my parents house. So she would load everything up and bring it to Mom and Dads.
During the Christmas of The Shoes, waited for the parents and the teenager to go to bed, and would watch a recording of Oprah and a live episode of the Pope and wrap presents and decorate. Around 1 a.m. it occurred to sister that she had forgotten the shoes. I suggested a wrapped box with a note from Santa explaining that the elves delivered to shoes to his house, but she insisted that we go get the shoes. So, in the dark of night we sped to her house in Athens, grabbed the shoes and sped back in record time. At least it was still dark out when we returned. And Christmas was saved.
Have you ever had any last-minute holiday glitches? Are you having any this year?