I’m done with Christmas.
By that I mean, everything I need to do is done.
Presents bought and on their way and cards printed, stuffed and stamped and at the post office.
What a relief.
I have half a mind to just take down the tree now.
But that would break Murphy’s little orange cat heart. He loves his tree. He loves making me redecorate the bottom two-three levels of the tree just so he can undecorate it for me. He loves making the tree dance when an especially stubborn ornament refuses to hit the floor.
And I love Murphy.
So, for now, he can have his tree.
I do have to plan for our Christmas dinner – often prime rib.
Pretty sure I’m skipping the whole Christmas cookie baking thing – but we’ll see. Some 7-Layer cookies sure do sound good right about now.
I haven’t taken any vacation since February and I’m wondering if I should just take some days off to lay around the house. But that’s pretty much what I do anyhow; so what would be the point?
Right now, I just want to sit back and luxuriate in knowing what all I have accomplished.