We usually find ourselves in the sort of mood he was in when he warned Bob Cratchett that he wouldn't get paid for taking the whole day off.............. ok, perhaps not quite as bad as that. It's all the stuff that gets in the way, all the getting ready.
I am nearly old enough now that I can palm everything off onto my kids and let them bring Christmas to me, except that I have a nearly ten year old granddaughter who thinks that it won't be Christmas without dinner at Grandma's table. We are cooking the turkey this year - there see, all the effort and the mathematics working out how long in the oven and what temperature - I used to get paid to work all that out! I'm retired now so why am I still cooking?
Yesterday we went out shopping for "The rest of the stuff" Mr M took only five minutes of driving time before he was muttering about "Drivers and screwdrivers" and "Why aren't they concentrating and watching the lights?" and "What's he looking at on the floor? I bet he's using his phone!"
Costco was full so we had the "I bet she drives her car just like she drives her trolley*" and "Why do they stop in the middle of the aisle and block it for everyone?" and "They always stop just where the thing I want is on the shelf!" and "Well, do you?" This last one is usually referring to something he said while walking slightly in front of me with his head turned away. I have had to train myself not to laugh out loud because "It's not funny".
We stack everything in the back of the car, decide not to go to Farm Foods today as that will just break our spirit totally so we get a large pizza to go and when we get home we spend the rest of the day slowly eating it.
One of these years we'll get everyone to bring Christmas to us and we'll have our breakfast and settle into our chairs and let it all happen... one of these years.................... but not yet.
This is in response to an idea called Christmas Club by Sian over at FromHighInTheSky why not pop over there now you've read this and see who else has added their story