Oh how I love you, Christmas season. I adore you. Really, I do. All the baking. And card creating. And gift making. And wrapping. All the packages to mail and stockings to fill and cookies to deliver. Yes, yes, yes, I love it all.
But... Oh Christmas season, you are exhausting. Someday, I would really love to learn balance. To learn to leave time for sitting back to relax and enjoy you peacefully. Not that I want to give up the self-imposed bustle entirely, mind you. But honestly, there must be some happy medium. Isn't there?
Look, I'm not blaming you, Christmas season, for it's ultimately my own fault... *sigh* I haven't finished a single book this month. I hit the "mark as read" button so many times it's scandalous...I haven't even a clue what my dear friends are up to these days. I haven't had a good kitty pet session in ages. And scrapbooking--ha!
Oh, if only you weren't so tantalizing, Christmas season. But since this has obviously not been the year for me to tame my obsession with you, I will just have to settle for wishing that all my so very deeply loved friends are enjoying all you have to offer. (And trust that they all still remember me when I finally escape your clutches.)
Before I go though, I really want to thank you. Because, yes, despite all the hustle and bustle, you bring so much joy to so many. And for that, Christmas season, you have my undying gratitude.