I've fought it. I really have. But here we are on the 12th of December, and I'm feeling the crazies.
Our tree this year would be simple- Ikea sells them for $20, with $10 back when you return it. Problem was, there was a wedding that weekend. I'd agreed to help set up in the morning, and Daddy didn't want to take the girls by himself. I ended up going Friday morning when my mom offered to watch the girls, impromptu. Great. Easy. Until I nearly lost the tree going sixty on the freeway!
Now the tree is up, and we have lights on it. And that's all. Baby would just climb to reach any ornaments, so it's simple.
I've fought with myself to make presents equally simple this year. I canned all summer, thinking "Christmas presents!" Winter hit and I found myself thinking "Ooh, I'll sew 6 of these and 4 of those, and just a few of those...". No, Myrnie. Remember? Closet full of jars? For Christmas presents? Oh, right. Simple.
Why am I fighting it? Why do I feel like the simple things I have planned aren't enough to show our love and appreciation? I still have more dolls to make, more beaded lovelies, more cookies, more packages to ship...why does it not feel like enough?
Regardless of all this, I'm making something special tonight, for you. Something simple. I hope you like it.