As promised...
So here we are 8 days out from xmas. Many people love the season, the decorating, cooking, parties, visits, music, etc. But mostly, the last few days, I see stressed out women who 'aren't ready'. Crabby people, rushing around, scowls, tightly held faces. Tempers on edge. Resentment that everybody wants this xmas business but mom always has to be the one to do it.
Ny friend in swimming class, Julia, described it as collective psychosis. Widespread, most everybody has it.
Myself, I've just about killed the xmas celebration for many reasons. Much earlier in my marriage, I was expected by my in-laws to entertain relatives over and make a xmas breakfast and a xmas dinner. To her credit Lanaya loved Christmas, so enjoyed the decorating and making it look just so. She would fuss around with her decorations happily humming. But I hated it and resented that I had to do it. So, at the first opportunity, I stopped doing it. Not that I minded seeing Uncle Les or Cousin Alice, I was quite fond of them, especially Les. A fine man.
Picture of Dennis with his visit to Santa. Here in Seattle, maybe Frederick & Nelson. Cute kid! From Dec 1953.
Always so much better when it's over....
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