Ah, tradition! At yesterday's turkey feast, as expected, I was asked four times by three different people (some paying more attention to answers than others) if I'd be getting up bright and early today to hit the big sales and start on my Christmas shopping. "The stores open at five, you know." As if this were an incentive.
First of all, I resent the implication that I might not have already begun Giftmas shopping. I believe it "counts" if one of Ken's birthday gifts I'd forgotten to give him was re-assigned as Christmas, does it not? The picture above is more my reality, although with the addition of a dog begging for my one cookie (behind the teacup; you can't see it) and a certain child repeatedly requesting a ride somewhere. Furthermore, the Friday after Thanksgiving kicks off another tradition in our family: Mommy procrastinating putting up the tree.