Christmas is my favorite time of year!
I admired my beautiful Christmas tree while I sipped. All of my Christmas shopping had been done weeks ago.
All of my presents were wrapped expertly with matching Christmas wrapping and bows and set under my tree, on my pristine red velvet Christmas tree skirt.
I bought coordinating paper this year. Each present is not only wrapped perfectly, but has a creative card with an appropriate message on each. Some are sweet messages and some are funny, depending on the recipient.
My Christmas tree is my pride and joy. It is beautiful with ornaments that I have collected over a number of years.
I, of course, remembered to purchase and hide, stocking stuffers for each family member and for any guests that might be visiting. We don’t leave anyone out at our Christmas celebrations.
My house is always nice and clean this time of year. There is a pot of Christmas “Smell” potpourri simmering on the stove.
My Christmas guest towels are hanging in the bathrooms. My Christmas pot holders and holiday utensils are displayed in my kitchen.
Poinsettias adorn my living and dining rooms. I fully expect HGTV is going to call any minute, wanting to showcase my home on the show.
Outside, lights are sparkling. They are especially beautiful in the still dark morning.
As I sip my coffee, listening to Christmas carols, admiring my... wait!...admiring my lights outside... stop it!...smelling the scent of Christmas...
“What do you want?” I asked my husband, rather angrily at the intrusion.
“Honey, it’s time to wake up. We’ve got to go in early this morning to finish the paper and get it to the printer,” said Bill.
“You mean I work? Outside my home?” I was very confused now.
“Uh, yes, ever since you were about age 23, I would guess,” said my husband, standing well away from the bed.
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
“The tree still isn’t up? We only have about 10 more days until Christmas and we haven’t bought any presents yet?”
Bill was petting the dog who had started shaking, she was scared of my behavior.
Okami looked up at Bill. “You know this happens every year. She had that dream again, where everything was done and perfect. Why don’t you start getting ready for Christmas earlier in the year so she won’t go through this?”
Bill nodded at the dog and said softly “You’re right, of course. But we have an even bigger problem.”
I yelled from the kitchen “Where’s my coffee?!”
Bill and the dog sighed deeply.
“She doesn’t even drink coffee,” they said together.