Also with organization.
Furthermore, I am not good at "getting things done," decorating, shopping, shopping with crowds, loud-crowded-anxious-frantic-shopping, going to the post office, nor planning ahead (unless forced. I do well at work, but only because it is absolutely required, and this year I'm failing because the standard got moved three weeks ahead of where it's been for ... forever, so, fail).
Additionally, and I apologize for any repetition because I may have mentioned this here before, I love Advent. Advent: the season of waiting. Waiting is, like, my speciality. My calling in life. I hate it, but I'm good at it, and here it is, the holiday of it! I feel like I should get a special badge to wear. A whole extra month celebrating me! Coming after an intense two week kick off of The Fortnight of Erica!
For these diverse reasons, I can't get behind this whole "starting Christmas the day after Thanksgiving" thing that the rest of the country seems mired in. Poor country! Poor culture! How I pity thee! Trapped in Christmas far too early and for far too long! Alas, I refuse to join you.
Instead, I got out that Advent wreath and those candles I bought on sale last year. After reading about it on Conversion Diary, I found the best idea ever and got out all my Christmas children's books, secular and religious alike, and wrapped them in tissue paper so we could open one each night of Advent for our bed time story. And you know what? Advent was awesome. We told the story and told the story and told the story again. My children, Emma especially with all her addiction to words, could not have been more prepared for Christmas. They practiced filling up their waiting with anticipation and hope and story telling and thought and ritual and scripture and it was very good.
On the other hand, now that we are three days after Christmas, everyone else seems to be quite ready to be done with the holiday and I ... am not. We didn't set up our trees until 5 or 6 days before Christmas and I am certainly not ready to see them go yet. We didn't start listening to Christmas music in earnest until about then either, come to think about it. Just when the local radio stations are abandoning it all, I'm ready to tune in at last. I have just now remembered what it is I wanted for Christmas (two or three good ideas have come to me just today! Oh well! Too late for all those people pestering me for ideas!). I am certainly not ready to stop hanging out with my lovely family who make me feel so incredibly loved each and every time I'm with them. We have not played every game or tried out every new gift yet. I haven't even made all the Christmas cookies I wanted to make.
And when would I possibly have had time and energy to do any of that in December when I was teaching and working like mad, just trying to keep my head above water like normal? Forgive me, country. I am out of step with you again, knocking over the knick-knacks and making a mess of the way you do things.
Ah well. Stubbornly, regardless of how clumsy and odd we wind up being, we're just going to go on celebrating Christmas, while everyone else takes it down and boxes it up and professes relief to see it go. Not us. We waited so long for you, Christ, and your mass, your birthday. We waited for you. We ARE waiting for you. Surely we shall celebrate you more than the few days my distraction and exhaustion and disorganization and tardiness allowed you so far.