I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking you’re three weeks out from Christmas.
You’re trying to figure out a time to get the tree. And wondering who exactly is going to drag all the Christmas decorations out of the attic. You’re thinking you need to buy more tree lights, because you distinctly remember the kids using them to lasso each other last year.
You’re thinking about your Christmas card. Style, color, catchy holiday greeting. And the photo. The photo that says we are still together. And we’re clean. We were all in the same place at the same time, and we are very, very happy, as indicated by our smiles.
You’re thinking you need to be careful not to grit your teeth so hard, it was almost noticeable last year. And about addressing and stamping. And who’s gonna get one, who never sends one, and at what point in life can you just stop making one without everyone saying, “I didn’t get your Christmas card this year. Hmm.”
You’re thinking about the dinner, and wondering if anyone’s going to notice that it looks familiar. Because you secretly froze the Thanksgiving leftovers.
And you’re thinking this is your year to change the 15-year tradition of going to your in-laws. To stand up and say we’re going do it my way this time. Better yet, get your spouse to say it. Yeah, get them to stand up to their own parents. And now you’re thinking that’s just foolish thinking.
You’re thinking which gifts you’ll go buy, which ones you’ll order online, and that you need wrapping paper, bows, tags, tape and scissors. And about how you’re going to reach out and give to others, when there are so many people in need. Your thoughts are completely overwhelming.
But don’t worry. I’m going to help you with this, and you will thank me. So just close your eyes – and scroll through all those thoughts one more time. And now imagine – that between now and Christmas. . . . you have to move.
Now open your eyes before you pass out. And be glad that in spite of everything you have to do in the next three weeks, that packing up everything you own, moving it, and unpacking it – isn’t on your list.
But it’s on mine. And it ain’t something you cross off with “Buy a Ham.” It’s nothing short of stunning, staggering, shock and awe. So take your little picture, and defrost your stuffing. I’m gonna go pack.
And next week, I will tell you all The Reasons Why You Don’t Move at Christmas…