For as long as I can remember, Christmastime has always been a happy time of the year for me. I enjoyed the music, the decorating, the driving around and looking at houses, the searching and wrapping of gifts for everyone, ABC Family’s 25 Days of Christmas—all of it. Although it’s not my favorite holiday, I love Christmas. I’m basically Cindy Lou Who.
And although I know it isn’t December yet, I have been in full Christmas mode since November 1st (yep, I’m that kind of person). It’s not that I hate Thanksgiving or want to rush the year away, but I stress myself over gifts. I stress out over money and finding things that people will like.
Some friends and family members are just so easy to get, they’ve been done for a while now. Others…not so much. You know, it is really hard to get people gifts when you don’t really know what they’re into, and you don’t want to fall under that category of People Who Give The Same Gift Every Year. It gets predictable, therefore boring. And nobody wants to be bored on Christmas, right?
I know that Christmas isn’t about gifts, but I can’t help but stress myself out over it. Some people are just really hard to get for! And no one is being very helpful, because they don’t know what they want. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a challenge, but between this, and the deadline rushing at me like a stampede of wildebeests, I feel pressured.
I feel like I can’t enjoy the holiday season right now, and that’s pretty sad, since I’m usually the one that is so into Christmas. I feel like I need a Christmas miracle to get me through the next couple of weeks, in one piece.
This Friday coming up is payday, so thankfully, I’ll be able to get some more stuff done. Only one more paycheck after that until Christmas—the pressure is on.
Let the games begin.
May the odds be ever in our favor.