And then, shit happens. Cards get mailed, photos get printed, fireplace mantles and front porches get decorated, gifts get bought, wrapped and packaged for mailing. I am omnipotent.
Tonight I will pick up the prints that are going to be mailed to family, turf them into the parcels which are ready to be mailed, and drop those parcels at the post office in the morning. Then I will brew a big pot of coffee, sit in front of the tree with my
Are you doing any me-gifting this year? I have to admit that I am. And I went one step further; I bought some presents that I thought would be perfect for me from the family. Honestly, it was a golden opportunity! Plus they were on sale. I got caught up in the machine.
The question now arises: do I feign surprise on Christmas morning?