I am sure I am not the only person who is way way way behind on holiday preparations this year, but sometimes it feels like it.
The hotel lobby that I walk through on my way into work has been in full white tree/silver bow glory for two weeks now. I have to admit that I have been enjoying that touch of beauty and light when trudging into work in a pre-dawn fuzz. My neighbourhood has also been steadily lighting up, when I haven't been looking, in twinkling blues and reds.
I, on the other hand, finally replaced the autumn leaf wreath on the front door, slapping the standard winter one on in its place. No finesse, no careful arranging. It was really just a matter of one trip to the basement and another to the front porch, so I don't know why it took me so long.
I have been logging quite a few hours at my temp gig these past few weeks, and while I have been really enjoying it, it has kept me from the usual Christmas prep. Staying on top of my freelance commitments in between shifts is about all that I have managed to do.
No cards procured, no Christmas letter written, and we will have to rely upon the leftovers from last year's fruitcake that is hiding somewhere in the deep freezer. But I am decorating the tree at work tomorrow, so there is that.