I have some baking to do, some cooking to do, and a bag of gifts to deliver.
The presents are under the tree.
Stocking gifts are ready to be stuffed into knitted socks fit for a giant.
I'm not going to cook as much as usual.
I'm not going to stress as much as usual.
There's a short list left to do.
It'll get done;
Or it won't.
I live on a street that doubles as the church parking lot.
I have to be home and secure before mass starts lest I am trapped streets away.
Every year I swear I will be ready.
Every year Christmas sneaks up on me.
Well, it's too late to panic now.
It's here.
Merry Christmas Eve:
Be safe, be happy, and eat just a little too much.
