Heavenly Peace
Something strange has happened to me. Something very strange indeed. Save one or two last minute items, my Christmas shopping is finished--and I know what those last things are; I am just waiting for payday. Most of this shopping, in fact, was finished before Thanksgiving. I know there are people out there who always operate this way, but I have never been one of them. Historically, I procrastinate in every way. Not just at Christmastime, but for every project ever. That's the journalist in me... working well under the pressure of a looming deadline. If I get Christmas cards out at all, it is usually after Christmas so that they are really Epiphany cards. Not this year. My cards are ready for mailing: stamped, addressed and bearing the required suburban family photo and holiday letter. Oh! And did I tell you? Those gifts I purchased are wrapped! Trust me. I am not patting myself on the back. I am actually a bit concerned about what has gotten into me. It is a foreign concept for me...