don't worry

 

So I guess I'll have to finish all those holiday errands after all.

I have this theory that woman are somehow programmed with the Christmas gene. And no matter how we fight it, it comes out at this time of the year. It is attached to the same gene that makes us childless women throw babies on our hips when we pick them up. We can suppress the gene, and simplify, but at least one string of Christmas lights will go up, and the old family candle of the choir boy gets put on the mantle. I have to confess, the plastic tomato, a family heirloom ornament, is still in the basement, and will probably remain there until 2013 when it will get another chance at making an appearance. The stockings are not hung by the chimney with care, and I think the Christmas Spode will remain in the basement with the tomato. But I have survived four parties, got a great cutting board out of our Yankee trader building exchange, and haven't offended anyone. So I might make it to 2013.