I am one of those people that other people love to hate when it comes to Christmas. I am a planner, a list-maker, and I start Christmas shopping sometime in September or October at the latest, with a typed-up list people to shop for, my budget, gift ideas, and even neat little checkboxes to mark people off as I finish their list.
Sick yet? Oh, it gets better! I even make a list of stocking stuffers and a countdown to-do list (Christmas cards, get the cash for stockings, wrapping, etc.)
Don’t hate me because I am organized (typed in an exotic accent while I toss my luxuriant hair just like the old Pantene commercials).
The problem with wrapping up my Christmas shopping so early, is that as Christmas approaches, I find last-minute items to add to everyone’s stash. (Refer back to the words “my budget” to recall why this is a problem.) Or, just as likely, items for me. And then there’s the little issue with my impatience.
I put a lot of thought into Gary’s and the kids’ Christmas presents. I don’t like the “gimme-gimme-gimme” attitude that Christmas has been overrun with in our society, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t get a thrill from a big smile or a “Whoa!” when someone opens a gift from me that they truly love.
Since I did my shopping so early, I have been waiting a long time for them to open their gifts! Already this week I’ve been tempted to start tossing presents rapid-fire from under the tree and chanting, “Open! Open! Open!” So far I have restrained myself, because I really want to see the excitement Christmas morning, with the tree lit up, and four sleepy but wound-up kids waiting to see what Santa left for them. And two perpetually hyper, trouble-making cats waiting to chase all that torn-off paper and ribbon.