You know those harried shoppers, reeking of desperation and despair, who brave the stores on Christmas Eve? Yep, that was me last year. And the year before. And the year before that….
But not this year. Nope, you won’t find me scurrying around in a frantic last ditch, last minute attempt to find something, anything for the last few people on my list. Why? Because this Christmas is one for the record books.
For the first time in the history of the world, I managed to finish my shopping before Christmas Eve. And get this, I’m even done wrapping! They always say this is the season for miracles. Well, this is mine.
I’m not trying to gloat, believe me. I’m just as shocked and awed as the rest of you. Just yesterday, I lamented in my column about having too many things on my holiday to-do list, and far too little time to do them in. But then the stars aligned and here I am, practically weeping with holiday delight. Maybe the big guy (either the one upstairs or at the North Pole) read yesterday’s edition of The Evening Sun, and took pity on me. I don’t know. And I’m not about to question my good fortune. I’m just going to bask in it for awhile.
Heck, I’m so suffused with Christmas glee that I don’t even mind being in the one half of one percent of the free world’s work force that has to work today. It’s only a half-day after all, and before you know it I’ll be back home enjoying this festive day with my family. (The other half of my Christmas miracle was that my brother Dennis, his wife Lisa and my niece Madison pulled in the driveway at about 9 last night. Right after I’d finished my wrapping.)
I’m anxious to get home to them all, but right now I’m merrily tapping away on my computer with my holly-festooned Santa’s hat on my head, sipping my morning coffee out of a holiday- themed mug and humming some classic Christmas tunes. Hoping, of course, that any minute now Jeff will come out of his office and tell us it’s time to go home. And, telling us to go ahead and take Monday off as well.
Now that truly would be a Christmas miracle. Or at least it would be if I wasn’t already using one of my precious floating holidays to take it off.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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