But here I am at almost the Very Last Minute before my scheduled day, and I don’t have a post! I’ve been busy—who hasn’t? I’ve had to work to get holiday cheerful this year—well, it’s certainly not the first time for that. The writing right now is a little iffy, but I will suck it up and get better. So, there, I don’t really know what my problem is, but I hope you’re not sharing it.
That being said, I remember a few day-before-Christmas shopping trips when my husband and I were young. We’d already done the best we could for the kids and for others on the shopping list, including each other. The turkey was thawing and the tree had been up long enough it looked a little bedraggled. Yet he and I would go out at the Very Last Minute and take advantage of some sales, drop a couple more dollars in the red buckets, and have lunch all by ourselves with no one spilling an entire glass of milk across the table. It was a gift in itself.
Then there was the year we didn’t plan to have company on Christmas Day, but the afternoon found the house full-to-overflowing with food and people and no one cared at all that I hadn’t dusted all week or that the Christmas tree was not only bedraggled but listing to one side as well.
There was the Christmas Eve of the Holly Hobby dress, when I finished sewing at two o’clock in the morning, Duane wrapped the dress, and we fell into bed to sleep for three hours before the kids careened down the hall to tell us Santa had been there.
So I will let that be a lesson to me, and maybe to some others who want everything to be just so for the holidays. Perfection, at least in holiday celebrations, is overrated. Sometimes the Very Last Minute is the Very Best Minute.
I hope all your holiday minutes are good ones!
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