'Twould be why Santa comes to visit us early.
And the fact that Santa and I have an understanding. Because we are NEVER.I.REPEAT.NEVER. around our own tree for Christmas morning, Santa comes and visits us early. And, in turn, we help him out by giving him one less house to stop at Christmas Eve.
It works for us. And the children buy it.
But it breaks me out in cold sweats.
Because I have one less week on the calendar to shop and wrap and tinsel and bake and craft and.and.and.
Deep breaths. Paper bag, please.
And honestly this year has been very hard for me to find my groove. My family was beginning to call me Grinchy, and I was beginning to answer.
I went through some periods of serious sadness that left me not wanting to do anything that regarded Christmas and all its parts and pieces. My heart just wasn't into it, and I was watching the days on the calendar tick away and could really care less.
But I made up my mind at the beginning of this week to just get up and get it together. My children deserved a Christmas full of all the fun Christmas things.
We are listening to Christmas music while we tackle fractions. Doesn't do much for the focusing issues some of us have, but you just can't be grouchy about fractions and handwriting while listening to "The First Noel" and "Santa, Baby." You just can't.
Presents are scattered under the tree. Some wrapped by little hands.
And some not.
The boys' Christmas work is hanging up by the back door....not exactly Southern Living material, but I love it.