This Christmas seemed to come and go like the cold in Texas. Here one day, gone tomorrow. Somehow, I remember Christmas as alwasy being this slow coming celebration. I remember, even after I was grown, being so anxious on Christmas Eve that I could not even sleep. This year was not the same. Christmas was like going through the drive-thru instead of being waited on. I wonder if it is not my impending life change that has made this Christmas seem so small and insignificant... I mean, what is one Christmas compared to moving to Italy for a year? All I know is that the "move" is only three weeks away, and I have not done a thing. No packing of the clothes, no nothing. It is the moving that I am dreading the most. Luging my luggage here and there, and up and down stairs, in and out of trains. Fifty pounds of heavy luggage with no help is all that seems to occupy my mind now. So, instead of contimplating this more, I decided to take up the torch this year and do a little Christmas baking. Somtimes there is nothing like procrastinating...
1 comment:
Indeed! And no better way to procrastinate than by baking, I say. Those pictures are beautiful. Thanks for filling in for me this year since I was too busy to get any baking done. :(
Love, MOM
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