It’s Christmas Eve! Are you done with all of your preparations? Are the gifts all wrapped? Are you done with your holiday baking? Lastly, are the children all snug in their beds with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads? I hope you are not having to pull an all-nighter. I have done that on many occasions. I would crawl into bed around 5 am, having finally finished wrapping presents, stuffing stockings, taking out the trash, and getting the table set for Christmas breakfast, only to have 2 early risers come and jump on my bed (and on me as well) at the ungodly hour of 6 am, and accidentally, or not, bashing me in the head with their overstuffed stockings. Then they had the audacity to tell me to get out of bed and get showered. In the meantime those 2 excited munchkins would be counting the minutes until Saint Nic would get to the house with more gifts in tow. My beloved father’s nickname was Nic. He spelled it just like that, too. Present time didn’t start until Dad was done with church and had moseyed on over to our house. It would drive my children nuts because he “took too long.” Even as adults they would start getting antsy waiting for St. Nic and gift time. (I secretly thought it was funny. They just could not be patient. My grandson gets especially hyper, and follows me around sighing loudly, all the while pleading, “Come on, Grandma.”)
Maybe those of you who live in the east or across the big drink are done with everything, and already bundled up in your winter jammies and buried under the covers, getting a well-deserved long winter’s nap. Doing the Christmas thing takes a lot of energy.
I finally got my Christmas cards mailed on the 22nd. I would bet that you all got your cards mailed a lot sooner than I did. I think all the gifts I ordered have arrived. The pumpkin pies are done. The things I can prep for the Christmas morning quiche are done and in the fridge. The house is clean. However, I still have to make the Halungalushka, Hungarian Coffee Cake. As a side note, my sister gave them the name Angel Balls when she was little and that has become our family name for this delicacy. It is time-consuming to make, but it has been a Christmas tradition since I was a wee lass, and it is delicious to boot.
I do know that I will not be pulling an all-nighter (whew) as there aren’t as many gifts as in years past (as each child of mine has a foot on the Naughty List!). I won’t have to put a bicycle together this year nor construct a doll house. I’ll be able to crawl into bed, just me and my CPAP machine, (Oh, and Mr. Pete will find a place under my covers, exactly in the spot that I want to lie in. Can you guess who wins that battle?) at a fairly decent hour. After all I do need my beauty sleep!
I’ll stop blogging and let you get on with your holiday celebration.