Why, oh why do you sneak up on my every year? Why, oh why do you insist on catching me off-guard, pants down, under-prepared? Why, oh why can't you give me a head's up, say in mid November, that you are coming? Quickly? Like really quickly? Every year I promise to be more prepared. Decorate, bake, shop, gift wrap, celebrate and enjoy the season. Instead, I don't really decorate, I buy store bought cookies, Christmas shop in a mad, last minute frenzy, use tacky gift bags, and loose focus on what the season is all about.
Well, guess what? Not this year, I tell you! December, I refuse to let you get the best of me this year. I will make every effort to prepare, enjoy and celebrate the true meaning of Christmas in a lovely setting surrounded by delicious baked goods with beautifully wrapped presents under my awe-inspired tree. December, you don't know who you're dealing with. Look out December, game on.
