I’m almost afraid to say it…

I’m ready for Christmas. Oh, I have a few things to wrap, stockings to fill, and some house cleaning to finish, but no more shopping. No more mailing and shipping. I even finished what little baking I decided to do. Tuesday night, The Brides and Kathy will come over. At some point, James and Peter are supposed to visit. Lynne and I are playing Christmas Eve and Christmas Day by ear, but there will be gathering, eating, and card playing. (I plan to win this year.)

Right now, here’s how the table looks.


Front: Dish with some of the cheese straws Tom baked, Tollhouse cookies I baked, and some candy.

Back: Bowl of Clementines and unshelled nuts, and on the far right, Timmy’s cookies.

I was very quiet about Timmy’s cookies, which have been sitting in a beautiful box on the table. I did tell Tim we’d gotten some, but I never really made a big deal out of them because I wanted them to still be here at Christmas. The thing about those cookies is that I’d eat every one of them if I could get away with it. Each time I sample one of the several varieties he sends, I say, “Oh, yeah, THIS is my favorite. No, this is. No, these are.” Etc. They are all so good.

The two candles you see on the table aren’t candles at all. They’re wine glasses that Tom’s father made. But since we rarely drink wine, I like to drop a tealight candle in each of them because they sparkle better than Neely O’Hara.

8 thoughts on “I’m almost afraid to say it…”

  1. shopping madness

    I actually get (some perverse) kick out of going to the shopping malls after *I* finished my shopping, just to watch the people go mad at the last minute. Crazy. I started mine long before Thanksgiving, avoided black friday like the plague too.

    1. Re: shopping madness

      You’re like me! I LOVE seeing the men on Christmas Eve trying to find something, ANYthing, for the people in their lives. Secure in the knowledge that I’m finished, I can enjoy sitting and drinking a cup of coffee as they all dash around.

      It’s the same strange pleasure I take in driving to the post office before midnight on April 15 and watching all the crazed people trying to get their tax forms filled out and time-stamped.

      1. Re: shopping madness

        The local shopping mall over here has stores that started selling –of all things– valentines crap during these last few days… Is it me or is this stuff left over from the beginning of the year?

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