Well, Christmas will be here yet again in five short days. The tree is decorated. The stockings are hung. Most of the shopping is done. And I’m depressed.
Nothing new there. Christmas has never been a particularly joyous time for me. I’m always excited leading up to December but usually by mid-December when I realize that Christmas isn’t going to live up to my expectations I start wishing for it to be over already. I’m definitely at that stage.
As always I’m promising myself that next year will be different. That I’ll start shopping earlier in the year. That I’ll have a bigger tree. That I’ll do more baking and more preparation.
Maybe this will be the year that I actually do it.