I love writing the cards and baking the brownies and decorating the packages and dropping them off in the post office, one by one down the chute, smiling as I send loving thoughts to the recipients.
I love putting out the pillows and the candle holders and the door hangers. I love watching my house move from TBG's Episcopal sparseness to his mother's Christmas-on-every-surface.
There is nothing I relish more than an afternoon in a comfy chair, with a good book in my lap and liquid refreshment by my side. It's even better if the sun is out and the temperatures are in the 60's -Tucson's version of winter - and if the book is #10 in a 20 book series, and all the remaining ten texts are on my bookshelf, on loan from the library, just waiting to be read.
And that's where I am right now. I have something from every column of my Smile Through December spreadsheet, and I don't know what to do. I punted, earlier in the day, by getting my nails done. Out with October and November's orange; in with December and January and various shades of red.
That was an easy choice. Now, I have to decide whether to bake or to decorate or to read. This is much harder. It's a good thing that it's time to leave for Mr. 11's 6th grade basketball game. I can put off my decision until after dinner, because I am the Designated Super Fan for my young friend. He cannot be disappointed; I'll figure out what to do this evening once I finish cheering.
So much time. So many choices. Such a lovely problem.