Over the past 24 hours I’ve ranted and raged regarding how much you suck. There was not time to make candy, write, copy and mail a witty Christmas letter summarizing our year or even properly decorate the exterior of our home. Gifts are wrapped in yawn-worthy fashion, with no fancy flourishes or festive adornments. Traditional krumkake and spritz cookies still reside in their elemental forms as flour, sugar, eggs, etc., with zero chance of combining and evolving into delectable treats. But all of these transgressions aside, the most heinous offense this year is the disgusting lack of Christmas knitting. 4/5 of one sock is done and the only actual “completed” garment is a lovely, squishy, blue hat… which is MIA. I’ve turned the house upside down and inside out vainly searching for said hat, but it’s whereabouts remain a mystery. Of course, having carpet the exact shade of blue do not help when delving into closet corners, but I’ve steeled myself against the possibility of spiders and manually swiped the darkened recesses, to no avail.
Following hours of fuming, complaining and resenting Christmas, I had an epiphany. Christmas falls on December 25th. Whether or not this is the actual date of Jesus’ birth is not a topic up for dispute, as most scholars pinpoint his birth to be in the spring. It’s dark and dreary in the throes of winter, so we choose to recognize and celebrate it to brighten the darkness and we do so on the same day. Every year. That being said, the only conclusion I have is that I owe Christmas a huge apology. It does not suck. It has done nothing wrong. In fact, it’s consistency is a concrete norm to be thankful for. The reality is that I suck. My planning often far exceeds reality and time management is not a strong point.
So, Christmas, keep on being your regular, dependable self and maybe next year I’ll be more organized. My sincerest apologies for the slander (and libel too, because I wrote a few nasty posts on FaceBook). Christmas you rock!
Merry Christmas and God bless us, every one!